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Un-Kissable :|: Never Been Kissed CS AU

I know I haven’t posted the re-release of Un-Kissable. I’m sorry. I am! I just didn’t want to bombard you guys with it.                        

I thank @ilovemesomekillianjones​ for being my beta for the first chapters and then the lovely@ultraluckycatnd ​​ took over. Both lovely human beings!

Art by @herhookedhero​​​

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Chapter 7

Liam Jones was known for his overprotectiveness when it came to his little brother, Killian. Liam's boss, Dakkar Nemo, encouraged his employees' awareness of the value of family. Nemo had adopted a troubled young man named Rufio and helped him turn his life around, and now the young man worked part-time for him while attending night school. Like Killian, Nemo had encouraged Liam to go to night school, but the stubbornness of the older Jones brother was not an understatement. Nemo watched as Liam's aggression was taken out on the job at hand. It was obvious something was upsetting him.

"Liam," Nemo called out.

"What?! I'm busy!" Liam snapped back.

Nemo stood quietly and said, "Alright, everyone out, except for Liam."

Liam flinched; it had been an accident. He was just engrossed with his task and the worry for his brother was making him lose his temper faster than usual.

Everyone stepped out without a whisper.

"Alright, what is bothering you so much?" Nemo asked.

"I'm worried about Killian."

"I was under the impression that Killian was a successful adult from how much you talk about him. Is he in trouble?" the older man asked, concerned.

Liam smiled; he was happy to work at Nautilus Shipyard. They were all family, so he felt comfortable sharing his concerns with his boss. "I think so, but he is too stubborn."

Nemo laughed. "I'm familiar with the family trait. Why do you think he is in trouble?"

"Killian was beaten up and he just let it happen. He didn't even try fighting back. He is too afraid to botch up his first assignment."

"He is a smart young man, Liam. I think your brother needs you to trust him. If he thinks he can do this job, you should let him prove it."

Liam sighed. "He needs me and I can't fail him again."

"You have been a good brother to him. I think he might argue you have always acted as a second father to him. He needs to do this on his own."

"Nemo, if it was Rufio, would you back down?"

Nemo considered the young man's words. He was right, getting Rufio out of the troubled past he had experienced during his foster years had been a challenge.

"Liam, what do you need from me?"

Liam smiled. "I just need a leave of absence. I think I can work on weekends if you need me. I haven't figured out everything yet, but I need to find a way to keep an eye on him."

"Of course. Would you like to speak to Rufio? Maybe he can give you an idea of what to do?" Nemo asked with a kind smile.

"Aye, I'd like that. Nemo, I'm sorry about snapping at you before. I hope he has some ideas because I'm drawing a blank."  Liam sighed.

Nemo called everyone else back inside to the work area. Liam and Rufio walked to Nemo’s office to talk in private.

Once alone, they sat down.

"Nemo thought that you might be able to help. I want to help my brother. Killian got beat up while under cover for his newspaper. I just need to find a way to keep him safe," Liam said, frustrated.

Rufio listened to Liam rant about what had happened, but the moment Liam had suggested about following in his brother's footsteps and attempting to pass as a student, Rufio could not stop himself and had laughed so hard it had taken Liam a lot to not get insulted by the kid's cackling.

"Alright, then what do you suggest?" Liam asked, annoyed as Rufio's laughter subsided.

"I think he needs to find a way to fit in." Rufio paused. "Maybe a makeover of sorts. If they think he will tell on them, that might open your brother to more attacks, but if he keeps quiet for a different reason... like because he has been in trouble before and now has to stay clean… We need to give your brother a dark side. Reputation is everything. I still talk to some high school kids I knew from foster care. We can spread some rumors about Killian and once they hit the right person, it will fall into place," Rufio said.

Liam nodded. “I have an old leather jacket that might do the trick.” He thought about his brother’s appearance from the last time he saw him. 

“Oh, Liam, can you find out what high school he is going to?” Rufio asked.

“What does that matter?” Liam asked.

“In my experience, it matters what kind of bullies we are dealing with. Are these kids just acting up because their parents don’t pay attention or do they like getting in trouble for the fun of it?” Rufio said matter of factly.

“I will find out. Thanks man,” Liam said with what passed as a relieved smile.

The duo ended the conversation with an exchange of phone numbers to continue later before they both went back to their original tasks.

After work, Liam went over to Killian's to check up on him and find out about the school name as Rufio had asked.

The door opened wide and he noticed Shadow looking up to him.

"Hey there, Shadow. Are you serving as a doorman for my little brother?"  

"I'm right here you git." Killian picked up the cat from the floor and whispered. "Time for your sustenance."

Liam sidestepped his brother, rattling some treats inside his coat pocket, catching the attention of the feline whose ears perk up. "Don't be mad because Shadow likes me best!"

Killian rolled his eyes. "He can smell you a mile away."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, little brother."

"Younger brother. Liam, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"

"I'm just here visiting. Oh, I brought you this old thing. I think it's still cool and you finally have grown into it. Leather never goes out of style brother."

Killian, still holding Shadow, walked towards his kitchen, Liam following close behind. Shadow meowed in his arms, annoyed he was still waiting for his food. "I know, you're hungry."

Shadow purred his agreement.

Once fed, Shadow went to his favorite spot.

Killian stared at his reflection as he tried the old jacket on. "So why are you giving me your favorite jacket?"

"I was thinking about what you said. I know you want to prove yourself. So I have been wondering how I can help and I thought this could help you fit in and if you indulge me in answering a few questions for me."

"Questions?"

"Okay, don't get mad, but I mentioned what happened to Rufio and he knows the lads you are dealing with. Knowing your enemies can prove helpful."

"Alright, let me make sure I understand. You want me to wear this like a disguise?"

"It can make you feel freer to do things that you normally wouldn't do."

Killlian stared at Liam as he talked. The words he spoke were so similar to how Miss Swan had described As You Like It when they had discussed it. Maybe it could work.

Liam called Rufio and as soon as the other picked up, he said "Hey, he is going to Storybrooke High."

Rufio tsked. "Oh, so he is dealing with the Lost Boys. It's a group of foster kids that cause trouble and I know them personally. Don't tell Nemo, but I still talk once in a while with Devin and Slightly. They don't go to Storybrooke, but they hang out at Skull Rock with the others. I have an idea how to help out.

Killian had been stressed out for days after his meeting with Sydney. He was distant in class. His appearance grew roguish by the day. It was such a change from his first day of class. The glasses were gone and the beard was transforming him without any effort.

Emma kept an eye on him out of concern she told herself, but there was something about him that pulled her attention to him. She had also noticed it was not just her attention the change was attracting. The girls were paying more attention to him.

Killian and Henry would still work together on their assignments, both oblivious to the attention the new kid was getting.

During lunch, Killian had taken to observing the "cool kids" table. Henry sat next to him to see what he was looking at and said, "You know they'll never accept you."

Killian turned to his young friend and replied, "I know, but I have to try."

Henry looked at Killian confused. "I don't understand. I'm your friend and they beat you up, but you still want to try?" Henry stood up, angry and feeling betrayed by his one friend to move to a different table. 

Killian sighed but he had to try in order to keep his job. He approached Peter's table.

Peter and Felix looked at him as he walked towards them.

Felix stood up ready to fight.

Peter stayed still on the chair and gave his command to his soldier. "Wait. Are you dumb!? We can't do anything here with everyone watching. Let's just hear what he has to say-- for now."

Killian nodded his head at Peter and side-eyed Felix. "I don't want any trouble mate, I haven't said anything to anyone about who beat me up. I have kept my mouth shut," Killian said as he clenched his fist.

Peter smirked. "You should know what will happen if you open your mouth."

"I'm guessing another beating? Look mate, a word of advice? You are getting older and you will soon be suffering the consequences of your actions. How about we come to an agreement? I keep my mouth shut and you leave Henry and myself alone."

Peter laughed. "How about the first chance we get, we beat you and your friend to a pulp?"

Killian laughed. "You do know that everyone knows it was you two, right? If you think beating us up will not make it clear to everyone, including the teachers, then it will not matter if we say we didn't see a thing because you will still end up in juvie."

Peter's face morphed into a sneer. "Are you threatening us?"

"No, I'm trying to make things civil for us. I know your friends Mike and Johnny need to pass Miss Swan's class to be able to play football. How about we help them in exchange for leaving us alone and an occasional invite to Skull Rock?" Killian said with a raised brow.

Peter's eyes turned to Felix. The Darling Brothers were having a hard time keeping up their grades. Normally Peter wouldn't care, but Fiona enjoyed going to the games and Felix was smitten with Wendy. The siblings and Fiona were finally getting their food, smiling as they crossed the cafeteria to reach their table.

"I will think about it. You can go for now," Peter commanded.

High school still offered the same high importance to formal events it did when Killian was in school before. Which meant the prom and all the frivolities of being voted king and queen still applied. No one was exempt and that included Peter, courtesy of his beloved Fiona. Killian had noticed a small wedge appear between them the moment the fair to raise funds for the dance was announced.  She wanted the crown and now he did too after the few arguments he lost. Prom was still at the bottom of Killian's priorities, but for the purpose of saving his job he would endure the festivities. The fair was the upcoming Saturday and he would attend.

The Darlings, Fiona, Felix, and Peter would be helping at the fair. In reality, Fiona was the one with the real power. Peter and Felix were the muscle while the Darlings were just caught in a toxic friendship.

Killian had noticed the friendly smiles Wendy would offer Henry and the shy ones he would return. That was a sure way to end up on the wrong side of Peter and Felix. 

Miss Swan still asked about his attack and he hated lying to her, but he could not rat out Peter and Felix. It wasn’t just about him, Henry’s safety was at stake. Even if the lad was still upset with him. He hadn’t talked to him since the day prior at the cafeteria. 

At the end of the day Killian shot a quick glance at his friend who was in deep discussion with Miss Swan. He hoped things would get back to normal. The lad was a smart kid that he thought of as a little brother. He exited the school and was about to enter his car when a van stopped next to him. 

“Jones, Sydney sent me to set up surveillance. Get in, we don’t want to attract any attention,” the hooded man said.

“Robin, maybe it would look less suspicious if you weren’t driving a van that screams of stranger danger,” Killian sassed back but with a quick look around, got inside the van. 

The van turned on and they drove off. Once far enough away, Robin pulled over and parked, shutting off the van. “I’m here to set up surveillance. So what do you want, the heart-shaped swan wings or the pirate skull?”

Killian’s eyes rolled. “Aye, mate, give me the swan wings shaped like a heart so the heathens in there can have a field day. The pirate skull, please. Where do you even find these?” 

“I work with what they give me.” Robin worked on his laptop, ensuring the link to the hidden camera in the pin was working. “Okay, testing Killian Jones, Glass Mirror.”

“I think you are wasting your time, mate” 

"Jones, stop being difficult!"

"Sidney?"

"No, it's the magic mirror on the wall. Killian I'm sorry, but the ideas you have provided haven't been too promising. You're in over your head. So this is what we are going to do. I will review the tapes, and I will find your story." With that the boss ended the transmission.

"All right," Killian sighed, deflated.

"Here's the battery and the transmitter. Plug it in. I'm sorry man. Good luck." Robin smiled encouragingly. "I'll be watching you."

"Very funny!" Killian muttered.

"I'm plenty funny, mate!"

 Robin turned the van back on and returned Killian to the high school.

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Runaway Swan, chapter 4/7

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Runaway Swan on AO3

Chapter 4: The tides have turned

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If someone had told Killian that he’d be spending a boring-arse afternoon in a wedding dress store today, he’d have called them stupid drunks, idiots, the usual names. Yet here he was, reading the same columns on the same page of the same newspaper.

He was bored out of his bloody mind. Shopping irritated him, but shopping for clothes made it worse. Glancing around at all the white garments, he pushed his reading glasses on harder and hid behind the only privacy screen he had at the moment.

“Hold on – I’ll just be a minute,” came Emma’s cheerful voice. She knew exactly what she was doing and loving how annoyed he was, no doubt.

“You said that 15 minutes ago, lass. Are you going to get a bloody move on?” He snapped the pages of the newspaper as loudly as he could. “Bloody hell, how long does it take to put on a dress?”

“Men. They never understand, then show up and look like complete slobs. Women take their time, and we dress to impress.”

“Oi, this gentleman has every intention of always looking the part. And I never, ever dress like a slob.”

“Must depend on the audience.”

“Ha! Maybe, Swan, I would try a little harder if you hurried up. Are you done yet?” he whined. He hated how he sounded – like a sulky brat, not a professional journalist – but his back was starting to hurt and his eyes were beginning to water. How long had they been in this goddamn shop? Two hours? Three?

Huffing, he eyed the same classified ad again.

“Okay… I think I’m ready.” 

He scoffed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Maybe if you’d lower your newspaper?”

Slowly, carefully, he put it down and took off his glasses to get a better look. His jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Emma was in the most stunning gown he’d ever seen. For the first time since he’d met her, she seemed genuinely happy. She was smiling from ear to ear, turning from side to side. He chuckled when she twirled in circles. 

“So? What do you think?”

Her eyes shone like stars, and her smile was dazzling. As if for him.

What? Nonsense! She hated him. She was engaged to that bloody Graham fellow. All of a sudden, his heart was hammering like a drum. Was it this hot in here when they came, or just now? Why were his palms sweaty? Why was his mouth so dry? Why the hell was his mind filled with so many questions? 

He swallowed hard. It would be best if he remembered that he hated her, too. “You look…fine,” he finally declared, keeping his tone flat and uninterested.

“Hmm.” She was still staring at him. He lifted up the newspaper again so she wouldn’t see his reddening cheeks. “Did you know your newspaper is upside down?”

It was. He could play it off, though. “Is it, then? How clumsy of me.” He turned it right side up. “Will there be anything else, lass?”

“Oh, come on. You can’t be that mad at me. Come on, admire me!” She danced around the pedestal. “Picture me, all dolled up – with my hair up, everything. And then I’ll walk down that aisle, sauntering. Can your writer’s imagination see it?”

“Ah, well,” he sighed. “My imagination, sorry to say…hasn’t been around the past 10 or so years.”

“Did your ex take it with her during your divorce?”

He shot up in his seat. “How on earth–”

“Please. You look and act divorced.”

“That easy to tell, eh?” He shook his head. “And she got the editor-in-chief position, to boot. Take that for going down in the world instead of up.”

“Your ex is in charge of The Times?” She smirked. “So she fired you.”

“Aye, that she did. And she married my rival. She’s a wonderful woman.”

“I can’t tell if you mean that or not.”

“Oh, I mean it. She is a fabulous writer and a great person.”

“What went wrong, then?”

Her prodding stirred something inside – something best left alone. “Honestly, I don’t know.”

“Have you ever asked her?”

“No.”

“See, that’s your problem. Instead of trying to figure it out, you should ask. You might be surprised at what you find out.”

“That I’m a screw-up? I know that already.”

“We all know that, Jones.” He scowled at her. “It’s true. You wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t.”

He couldn’t argue with that. 

“You should pay more attention to others around you. Imitate them. Take Graham, for example.” Of course, she’d mention that bloody git. “He’s kind, gentle, caring.”

“Let me guess. When he proposed – unlike all your other boring ex-fiancés – you cried.”

“Hey, he had hundreds of candles set up on the soccer field that said ‘Marry me.’ It was so romantic! Hands down, one of the best moments of my life.”

“No wonder.”

“Oh, you did better for your ex? What did you say when you proposed, genius?”

“Nothing much.” He shrugged. “We agreed life would be better if we got married.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ve never been a fan of fancy proposals. It seems superficial. If you need to do such grand gestures, it doesn’t ring true. You need to speak from your heart.”

“Wow, you sound like a Hallmark card.”

“Darling, I know what I’m talking about. I loved my wife. We were best friends – at the time. And the most you can say to the person you love is… We may not be meant for each other, and this may not be happily ever after. Hell, we may even become sick of each other and want to run away from it all. But I know, in this moment, that my heart is yours. And if I don’t ask you to be mine, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. For better or for worse, I know you’re the only one for me.”

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He realized that he had just made up a marriage proposal. In front of a bride-to-be. In a bridal shop. In front of Emma Swan, of all people.

She was right in front of him, hanging on his every word. 

“And that, ahem, is how you should propose,” he finished gruffly. He took the hem of his shirt and tried to clean his glasses. Anything to avoid looking at her.

She stepped down. An onslaught of sweet perfume reached his nose and made him cough. “That’s pretty good, Jones. Maybe you should try it on the next girl.”

“Not a chance in bloody hell.” He sighed. “Relationships are not my cup of tea. I don’t have the patience or the temperament.”

“More of a one-night stand guy?” She crooked an eyebrow. “Have to admit, it sounds like you.”

He glared at her. “A no-stand guy, more like it. I don’t date, I don’t do anything with the fairer sex. Those times are over. Now I just…”

“Want to grow old in peace?”

“Aye, grow old and read my bloody newspaper in peace.” Something in her eyes and that teasing smile sparked a feeling he couldn’t shake.

He laughed. A real laugh that filled his chest. It had been a long time since he had laughed like that.

Emma seemed to find him equally hilarious, breaking into peals of laughter herself.

Killian didn’t know which he found more ridiculous – that he was sitting in a wedding shop with his most hated enemy, or that said enemy was sharing a good laugh with him over his own idiocy. 

How bizarre this past month has been.

“You should have gone into comedy. It would have been better than that crappy column of yours.”

Unfortunately, she was right. The column was a bloody catastrophe and not exactly a job he ever wanted. Still, when in Rome…

“That’s the past. Vindication is all that matters now.”

“And after that?”

A blank page. That was his future. Nothing and no one in it but him. “No bloody idea,” he mumbled.

Thankfully, one of the ladies working at this establishment entered at that very moment, sparing him any more questions.

“Darling! Wow, you look scrumptious. Having fun with dress-up? This gown just came in last week, and it is a dream come true.”

“Ah, Zelena.” Emma stepped closer to her and whispered, “Is my other dress still on hold?”

“Yes, darling – it’s the back. I’ll go and get it!”

“Actually, I wanted to do something different.” Zelena stopped in her tracks. “I’ve decided…that I’m going to buy this dress instead.”

The woman honestly looked shocked. Killian narrowed his eyes.

“Emma, darling,” she said slowly. Carefully. “Your dress is beautiful. And it’s already been fitted. It’s ready for you. Are you sure that you want to go to all this trouble for a new dress?”

Her tone sounded condescending. It seemed that Emma heard it, too.

“But I’ve changed my mind. I want this one.”

“I mean, this one is lovely, but it’s not worth it. And look at that price tag! It’s a thousand dollars.”

He peeked at Emma’s face. Her eyes were bright, and her lips were set in a thin line. The hurricane was coming.

To her credit, she still tried to stay calm and work this out reasonably. “Uh, is this one for sale? Because I have the money – in cash – to pay for it. Right now.”

Zelena pursed her lips. “Darling, wedding dresses last a lifetime. And with all the new fitting and time we’ll have to spend on this one, it just seems like too much work. I mean, you only wear yours for about 10 minutes or so. Why not do yourself a favor and skip the drama?”

He had lived in New York City for over a decade, and even for him, this was ridiculous. She had the money to buy what they were selling. They were paid to do their stupid jobs. What was the bloody problem?

Naturally, he imagined Emma would erupt in anger – yell, shout, do anything desperate. The sight of her – so fiery and opinionated – on the verge of tears, swallowing them down and quietly agreeing that it really wasn’t worth it, that the other dress was nice…

For the first time since he had come to this damn town, he lost his temper.

Calm. That is what he must be. He must be calm. He must be diplomatic.

Putting on (what he hoped was) a charming smile, he stood up, stuck his newspaper under his arm, and walked over to Zelena. “Excuse me, love? I take it, ravishing as you are, that you work at this fine establishment?”

She preened and purred. American women and their fascination with British accents. “Why, yes, I do. You must be Killian Jones, right?”

Word gets around fast in small towns. “Aye, that’s right. And you’re Zelena?”

“Indeed I am.” She fluttered his bloody eyelashes at him. 

Behind her, Emma rolled her eyes. For once, her disgust pleased him immensely. It meant she wasn’t feeling as sorry for herself.

“And this is a bridal shop, correct? You’re here to sell wedding gowns?”

“I’ve been here for eight years. I promised myself that when it’s my turn to buy one, I’ll quit.” She licked her lips.

He smoldered back at her. “Perfect. Because Miss Swan here,” he gestured at Emma, “would like to buy one. But she does not want an ordinary dress. She wants this one.”

Zelena’s face fell. She tried to recover, muttering, “But it’s a thousand dollars!”

He didn't know which was more infuriating: that she didn’t want to sell a dress for sale or that she would even argue with him, of all people, that Emma’s reputation alone was the reason. 

He laughed lightly under his breath. “Listen, love – I’m a writer, not a speaker, so words don’t always come easily to me. Perhaps you misheard, or you did not understand my point. Let us try a physical demonstration, shall we?”

He went over to Emma and grabbed her by the waist. She glanced at him, but he was too angry to question his own boldness in touching her. Her hip nudged his. He nudged her back. A glimmer of a smile crossed her lips.

 “This beautiful woman is here to shop for a wedding dress. She has chosen this one, as well as anything else her heart desires, and we’re ready to pay for it. Now are you going to take us to the register to make the purchase, or will I need to talk to your manager and make a complaint?”

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I've decided to expand this fic to a total of 7 chapters instead of the original 5. The story needs space to breathe, and for that to happen, I can't cram so much into each chapter. Don't you agree? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new addition. Things start to pick up in the next chapter. Thank you for reading, and please reblog/comment if you can - I appreciate it!

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Writing Patterns

Thank you for tagging me, @iamstartraveller776 ! I haven't done a game in ages, and since I'm on my kids' homeschool break, thought I'd give it a whirl.

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Killian wished for the first time for those garish artificial lights of Storybrooke. (From "My Life, My Love, My Lady" complete)

The last time he saw her, he was fifteen hundred miles away from this rocky stretch of beach. (From "No Wives, No Mothers, No Lovers" complete)

Emma saw the rusted shopping cart rattle past out of the corner of her eye. (From "Scarborough Fair" WIP)

yellowbug83: Hi! I just purchased your Falcon as Captain America mini figure. (From "A Strange Way to Fall in Love" complete)

“I am in desperate need of a milkshake.” (From "After I'm Gone" complete)

Emma pulls her gaze away from her binoculars to scowl at the radio as if it's personally offended her. (From "Next Stop Storybrooke" eternally a WIP lol)

“Can we use your bathroom, please?" (From "It's Been . . . a DAY" complete)

The sun rose hot and fast over the Oklahoma panhandle, baking the barren ground with its scorching heat. (From "She Dreams in Color" complete from the CS HistFic event.)

9. When ebony flashes gold, Blood runs cold. When ivory runs red, You’ll be dead. (From "Ivory Runs Red" Complete from the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event 2021)

10. Bounce left, bounce right. (From "Not the Type" eternally WIP Bring it On AU from the Captain Swan Movie Marathon Event.

The only pattern I see is that I suck at opening lines, lol. (Which I already knew.) #4 and #10 are especially confusing if you haven't read the fic summary, and I'm laughing pretty hard about that!

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[captainswanmoviemarathon]

Introducing Captain Swan Netflix and Chill

Hello all! In the CSMM community we have a love for more cake. More cake is synonym for more fics with that in mind I was happy when we extended the CSMM and made it year round. If you guys have written or would like to add any Movie AUs to the event message me but that is not the reason for this post. I'm very excited to announce the Captain Swan Netflix and Chill collection. It's an addition to the CSMM. We will be accepting tv series and any streaming series to the collection including both new and preexisting fics are welcomed.

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[hookedonapirate]

Feels Like Home

Summary: Who knew how challenging it could be to run a funeral home with his brother while raising a daughter who’s growing up way too fast?

In order to lift some of the responsibilities off Killian's shoulders, Liam hires a mortuary beautician so his brother doesn’t miss out on the finer aspects of being a single parent. Killian’s initially opposed to the idea of hiring someone to do a job he can easily do himself, but when they hire Emma Swan, she might just have the right touch to put some life into the funeral home and add a little light to the darkness that’s been looming over the house since Killian’s wife died.

Emma's been living in her camper, trying to find her roots while pursuing her dream of going to Hollywood. But when an opportunity literally knocks on her door and she decides to give Storybrooke a shot, she sees an ad for a beautician job. But her clients aren't exactly what she was expecting—they're dead. As a cosmetologist, her job is to beautify people; she’s just not used to her clients missing a heartbeat. But it turns out, a funeral home and the people who live there make her feel more at home than she’s ever felt before. Besides, who needs glamour, glitz and celebrities when you can have doom and gloom and lifeless corpses? Not to mention a pain-in-the-ass boss who criticizes everything she does.

A/N: I'm not sure what possessed me to write this, but I was thinking about this movie a few weeks ago and rewatched it. Then this fic happened. And don't worry, it doesn't follow the movie scene by scene, it focuses on the adults more than the children, so I can assure you, Henry doesn't die from bee stings. The fic will talk about death and embalming (while doing research and watching videos, I learned way too much about the embalming process) but that's to be expected with a story that takes place in a funeral home.

A shout out to @hollyethecurious for helping me brainstorm and for the name, Beatrice. I was trying to think of a good name for Killian and Milah's daughter, and she pointed out it could be a female spin on Bae. Also a huge thank you to @ultraluckycatnd and @snowbellewells for beta reading!

This title comes from the song by Chantal Kreviazuk—Feels Like Home. I was trying to think of a good title for this story, and I usually listen to songs or look at lyrics for inspiration, so when I listened to this song, it just immediately clicked, and I had to use this title. If you ask me, this song should be Emma's theme song; it just fits her so perfectly It's also fitting for this fic because funeral homes are normally associated with death and sadness and grief, but in this story, Emma quickly associates this particular funeral home with a new beginning and hope and friendship and eventually love and of course, home.

Rated: Mature

Also available on: AO3 FF.N

Chapter 1

“Papa, did you hear the news about Henry?” Killian’s eleven-year-old daughter climbs up onto the kitchen stool, her long, dark hair falling around her shoulders.

As he grabs the frying pan from the stove and transfers the scrambled eggs to a plate of buttered toast and sausage, he eyes her curiously. Whatever the news is, it can’t be too bad, considering there isn’t a hint of sadness or worry on her face. In fact, the way she looks at him with those big, sparkling blue eyes and an eagerness to keep his attention, reminds him so much of her mother, it makes his heart swell. And it doesn’t help that she wears her mother’s ruby red class ring around her finger.

Milah died of postpartum cardiomyopathy days after giving birth to Beatrice. Her condition was misdiagnosed as a typical pregnancy in her third trimester, and her doctor had written off her symptoms such as frequent night-time urination, fatigue, shortness of breath even when lying down, low blood pressure, heart palpitations and swollen ankles.

Killian was so angry and upset after he lost Milah, he threatened to sue the hospital and called her doctor a quack to his face. Luckily, his brother was there to talk some sense into him. Liam may be a stubborn arse at times, but he’s always been there for Killian. He’d been there to help Killian change his daughter’s diapers when he had no clue what he was doing; he was there to help him plan his wife’s funeral. He’d been there for Beatrice’s first steps and her first words and every other milestone she’s experienced. Of course, it helps that Liam lives here with them and is typically always available when needed. Still, Liam has never once turned his back on his brother or niece, and for that, Killian will be forever grateful.

“What news, Birdie?” he asks, placing the plate in front of her and planting a kiss on the top of her head as he runs a hand through her hair.

Beatrice grabs her fork and takes a bite of scrambled egg, mumbling her answer. “Henry found his mum.”

“How many times have I told you not to eat with your mouth full?” Killian grabs a small glass from the cupboard and fills it with orange juice, cocking a brow at her. “I wasn’t aware the mayor was missing.”

She shakes her head as he sets the cup next to her plate. “No, his real mum.”

Normally, Killian would argue and say an adoptive mother is a real mum in just about every sense of the word, but they’re talking about Regina, who’s not exactly what he would consider mother of the year. Henry spends most of his time here at a funeral home—where there’s almost always a dead person in one room or the other—rather than at his own home, which says a lot. Killian fills his mug with fresh coffee. “Is that so?”

She cocks her head to the side and gives him a deadpan look. “Papa, would I lie to you?”

“Lie about what?” Liam’s deep voice booms through the kitchen as he enters with the newspaper under his arm and a mug in the other hand. “Morning, little love.” He drops a kiss to the crown of her head and nods at Killian. “Little brother.”

Killian and his daughter both groan.

“It’s younger brother.”

“And I’m not little, Uncle Liam. I’m a young lady.”

Liam chuckles and shakes his head as he takes a seat on the stool across from his niece as he looks over at Killian. “She may look like her mother, but she certainly gets her sass from you.”

Killian rolls his eyes at his brother and grabs two plates, filling them with the breakfast he’d prepared.

“We were talking about Henry finding his biological mum,” Beatrice answers her uncle, taking a sip of her drink. When she sets down the glass, she licks the orange juice mustache off her upper lip. “He found her through a website called whosyourmama.org, got on a bus, went to Boston and knocked on her door.”

Liam sets down his newspaper, just as intrigued by this conversation as Killian is.

“Wait, you’re talking about your friend, Henry...” Killian’s brows are knitted with confusion as he hands Liam a plate of food, “...who’s ten years old?” He takes the stool next to her, setting down his plate and coffee mug. “He just got on a bus and went to Boston? By himself?” His heart clenches at the thought of his daughter doing something like that. He doesn’t even know what he’d do if that happened. He’d be so out of his mind with worry, he’d end up in an insane asylum. But he guesses that’s the difference between him and Henry’s mother, Regina.

She bobs her head. “Yep. When Henry didn’t return home by his curfew, Regina called the sheriff to report him missing. But by the time Graham showed up, Henry returned with his mum.”

Killian exchanges a look with his brother. “That’s bloody frightening to think about.” He looks at Beatrice. “If you ever did something like that, I’d have a heart attack, and your uncle would be planning my funeral.”

Beatrice rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Papa.”

“Call it whatever you want, but it’s true.”

“My niece is right. You’re a drama queen,” Liam teases, taking a sip of his coffee.

Killian scowls and shoves a forkful of egg into his mouth. “I am not a drama queen.”

Liam looks at Beatrice sternly. “He’s right about one thing, though. If you ever went missing, we’d go crazy and turn Maine upside down looking for you.”

She sighs dramatically. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to run away.”

“How did Henry even get the money to pay whosyourmama.org? Wouldn’t that require a credit card?”

“He stole our teacher’s card from her purse.”

Killian’s mouth falls open in shock. It’s unlike Henry to do something like that. “Which teacher?”

“Mrs. Nolan.”

“Well, it’s a good thing he stole from someone as nice as her. I doubt she’d press charges.”

“According to Henry, his mum is going to the school with him to pay her back.”

“Well, that’s decent of Regina to do.”

Beatrice shakes her head. “Not Regina. Emma.”

“You mean Henry’s biological mum?” Liam asks before taking a bite of toast.

“Yes. Henry told me via Google chat.”

“Well, if you ask me, that’s the least she could do, considering she gave up her own child,” Killian grumbles into his coffee mug.

“She was seventeen when she had Henry. She was trying to give him his best chance.”

“Giving him his best chance would be keeping him, if you ask me. Regina doesn’t give two bloody shites about him.”

“She’s the mayor. She has the weight of the entire town on her shoulders. That’s a tremendous responsibility.” Beatrice grabs the jar from the middle of the kitchen island and places it in front of her father. “And that’s a quarter in the swear jar.”

Killian sighs and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. “Bloody hell.” He'd started the swear jar years ago to prevent sailor talk around his daughter, from both him and Liam. But obviously, it doesn't work very well.

“That’s fifty cents,” Liam points out with a shit-eating grin.

Killian grabs two quarters and tosses them onto the mountain of coins already in the jar. “It’s a miracle I’m not broke by now.”

Beatrice shrugs. “You could always stop cursing.”

Liam stabs a piece of sausage and points it at her. “The little lady’s right.” He shoves the sausage into his mouth as Beatrice rolls her eyes.

“It’s young lady.”

“So is this Emma staying in Storybrooke now?” Killian asks curiously.

“I think so. She almost went back home, but Henry begged her to stay. Regina wasn’t happy about it, but if there’s anyone who can make demands from the queen of Storybrooke, it’s her ten-year-old son.”

“Must be nice to just pick up everything, quit your job and leave everything else behind at the drop of a hat,” Killian says sarcastically. “Some people actually have responsibilities.”

Beatrice shrugs. “She’s a hair and makeup artist. She could probably get a job anywhere.”

Liam arches a brow, his interest piqued. “A hair and makeup artist?”

Killian scoffs and waves a dismissive hand. “Please, that’s the most useless job there is.”

Liam cocks his head, glaring at his brother. “You of all people know that’s not true. Don’t you do hair and makeup on your clients and make them look presentable to their loved ones?”

“Aye, but that’s different. I cover up injuries and wounds, reminders of what killed them. Living people don’t need makeup; they only wear it to look pretty.” Killian goes back to eating his breakfast as Liam continues to glare at him.

“There are many reasons people wear makeup. Whether it be to feel better about themselves, to look nice for a special occasion, hide blemishes or rosacea, or because they simply want to. Emma helps people do that.” Liam wags a finger. “And you know what, depending on whether her experience and qualifications align with our needs, we could use her.”

Killian looks up at his brother and furrows his brows. “Use her for what?”

“For our beautician opening.”

Killian freezes, the hand that’s holding his fork pausing mid-air. “What beautician opening?”

Liam holds up the Storybrooke Daily Mirror and points to the Classifieds section. “The one I posted an ad for.”

Killian reaches across the bar counter, rips the paper from his brother’s hands and scans the classifieds.

Sure enough, there’s a posting for a beautician for Jones Parlor. Killian lowers the paper, glaring at his brother. “Why do we need to hire someone for a job I already do?”

Liam looks over at Beatrice and clears his throat as though he doesn’t want to say his reasons in front of her. He returns his eyes to Killian. “I just think it will take some of the load off your shoulders, that’s all.”

Running the funeral home is supposed to be a team effort. Even though Liam carries out most of the administrative tasks, including the hiring, and Killian does more of the grunt work, the decisions should be both of theirs, not just Liam’s. Killian points at himself, a mixture of anger and disbelief spiraling through him. “But you didn’t discuss this with me.”

“Because I wanted to find someone good for the job first and prove to you how handy that person would be. I knew you wouldn’t approve otherwise.”

“It doesn’t matter if you found someone or not. I won’t approve either way. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of the makeup and hair.”

“I know you are, Killian. That’s not what this is about.”

Killian shrugs. “Then what’s it about?”

Liam waves off his question. “Nothing. Just forget about it. You’re right. We don’t need to hire an outsider.” He grabs the paper from Killian and folds it up. “I’ll have the ad canceled.”

“Thank you.” Killian returns to his breakfast, stabbing aggressively at his eggs.

“So where is Emma staying now?” Liam asks Beatrice curiously. “I doubt Regina is letting her stay with her and Henry.”

“In her camper.”

Killian arches a brow. “A camper?”

“Yeah, you know, an RV. Like the one we rent every summer to go camping in.”

“Aye, but isn’t there a zoning law against parking a camper in the streets?” Liam points out.

“Regina said she could park in her driveway overnight, but that she would have to move her camper elsewhere come morning. Besides, she’s best friends with Sheriff Graham, so I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t fine Emma if Regina asked him not to.”

Killian scoffs and lifts his coffee mug to his lips. “Best friends? More like…” He refrains from finishing his sentence by taking a sip of his coffee. Even if Beatrice knew what fuck buddies meant, it’s not appropriate to say it in front of her. Besides, that would probably cost him more than a quarter to the swear jar.

“More like what?” Beatrice asks curiously.

Damn.

He should know by now not to speak his mind in front of his daughter. She’s too smart for her own good.

“More like a special friend,” Liam replies for him.

Beatrice’s dark brows scrunch together in confusion. “What’s the difference?”

“A special friend is just like a best friend, except they engage in...more adult-like activities,” Liam explains carefully.

Killian takes another sip of his coffee.

“You mean they’re friends who see each other naked without being boyfriend and girlfriend, right?”

He chokes on his coffee and gapes at his daughter as Liam dissolves into hearty laughter. “How do you know that?”

She rolls her eyes and takes a drink of orange juice. “I may be eleven, but I’m not a nitwit.”

“She has a point there, Killian. Our lass is no dummy.”

“I know that, but I haven’t taught her about the birds and the bees yet,” Killian reminds him.

“Aye, and perhaps you should’ve before she heard about it from her friends.”

“She’s too young. She’s not getting married until she’s at least thirty.”

“You don’t know that. Besides, you need to prepare her for the real world. Because you and I both know, not everything is unicorns and rainbows, even when you’re young.”

Killian sighs as he cleans up his coffee mess with a paper towel. But Liam’s right. He and Killian were both young when their mum died of cancer. Their papa dealt with his loss by opening up a funeral business. He thought he could numb his own pain and loss by focusing on others’ pain and loss. After he died, his two sons took it over. Killian and Liam both know Brennan died of alcohol poisoning, but they made Beatrice believe he died of a broken heart, which isn’t too far from the truth.

When Brennan realized he couldn’t numb his pain and heartache, he turned to alcohol. He might as well have put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. It would’ve been quicker and less painful. Now the brothers run the funeral home together. Liam helps the families of the deceased plan and prepare the funeral arrangements while Killian acts as the mortician, or as he prefers, undertaker, performing embalmings, making the bodies presentable to their loved ones and preparing them for burial services. Or, as the brothers like to put it—Liam takes care of the living and Killian takes care of the dead.

“Would you two stop fighting over me?” Beatrice presses the pads of her fingers to her temples. “You’re giving me an aneurysm. It’s bad enough I probably have cancer.”

Killian buries his face in his hands and shakes his head. One of the “perks” of raising a daughter in a funeral home is that she’s learned many ways people can die, so she always thinks she has some type of illness herself. Killian likes to think it’s her way of empathizing with the dead, much like he empathized with the deceased before he studied mortuary science and learned to have compassion rather than empathy. So instead of focusing on death and loss like his father did, he focuses on the positive outcomes, like the fact that the deceased no longer has to suffer or that a donor recipient will get to live when they receive an organ from their donor. Or that one doctor’s negligence resulted in his wife giving her life to a beautiful baby girl.

Killian stands from his stool and gathers the dirty dishes. “Now, what makes you think you have cancer this time?”

“Because my left breast is developing at a significantly faster rate than my right.”

He doesn’t even dignify that with a response, and all Liam can do is chuckle.

Killian shakes his head and drops a kiss to her forehead. “Okay, I think it’s time for you to go to school, love.”

A fun fact: If you've seen the movie, you know there is no swear jar; I wrote about the swear jar for sailor talk because of The New Girl and because I knew Killian would be dropping his bloody hell bombs in front of Beatrice and so I thought it would be funny for his daughter to call him out on it and tell him to put a quarter in the swear jar. Well, after I wrote about the swear jar, I was reading trivia about the movie and I kid you not, I learned the cast had a swear can for "trucker talk" as Dan Aykroyd called it, so I just thought that was funny that I thought to include it without knowing it's something they actually did while filming.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

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[thepirateandhisson]

Once upon a time, I joked with this post that Henry would definitely be like Sophie in Mamma Mia and invite his potential dads to an event so he can meet them all and figure it out for himself. Then I begged for someone else to write a Mamma Mia inspired AU. And then I waited all of a few hours before writing a first chapter and swearing never to add to it.

Anyway, I’m clearly a liar and here’s chapter four of my fic inspired by the cinematic masterpiece that is Mamma Mia. 

With at least one of his potential father figures in Storybrooke, Henry needs to figure out a way to discover who his real dad is. || Or as I like to call it - The Dating Game: Operation Papa Bear Edition

Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4

#once upon a mamma mia #ouat au #mamma mia au #Captain Swan #captain swan au #the pirate and his son #captain cobra #emma swan #henry mills #killian jones #captain swan movie marathon #csmm #please i want to read 87 ouat!mamma mia aus so i will be very happy if other people wrote ones too #my fics #cs ff #the miscommunication is off the charts!!! #we love to see it! #let the chaos begin! #ouat ff #captain swan fanfic

[sotangledupinit]

in a way, america is like a big ship

SUMMARY: She presses her lips together to contain her laughter, both at the women eating out of the palm of her hand and at embarrassing Victor on multiple levels. Time for the final blow, the wound to Victor’s ego that he’d never recover from. His friendly rival when it came to women. “Oh yes, Killian is so great,” Emma says.

RATING: T for Teen for language and sexual conversations

WORD COUNT: 3,471

TAGS: Miss Congeniality AU, Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, Undercover Mission, no beta we die like killian jones

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I started this in my sleep apparently. And wrote the rest while my fever refused to break. So this is either my greatest work ever created or my worst. We shall see! :D Real talk - one of my favorite scenes is the pool scene from the film and I wanted to change it up a little bit. Also, I love the dressing room scene when she makes fun of him, so I added my own twist. Enjoy!

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The longest a human has gone without sleep is 11 days. With all the broken sleep — see: naps — she has gotten over the last nine days, Emma feels as if she’s approaching that record. Her movements are sluggish, she barely remembers the answers her and Neal rehearsed the night beforehand, and the hair and makeup team spent more time getting the bags under her eyes to disappear than anywhere else.

She missed Henry. She just wanted to go home.

Undercover missions are nothing new in her life. Except there usually isn’t this much time set aside where she’s supposed to be doing nothing. At least her other missions were a straight adrenaline trip the entire time, in and out, their target caught and in handcuffs in record time. This one was… different.

Ruby would have the job handled well and she is a master at bullshitting. Parading around in a beauty pageant as everyone from their unit searches far and wide in the shadows? Ruby would drool at the thought of being able to fool everyone. Unfortunately, her broken leg was still in a cast – a fugitive capture gone wrong – and it was at Killian’s brilliant suggestion that Emma fill in. Called her a ‘blonde bombshell’ and everything to sell his point.

Emma threw some spanx into her travel bag, her makeup in a plastic bag on top so it could make it to the stadium without losing anything.

A whistle drifts its way into Emma’s ear. She glances at her roommate and prays Anna is as much a deep sleeper as has been boasted. Shuffling quietly to the sliding door leading the hotel room to the pool, her eyes meet Killian’s.

The cement surrounding the pool is still wet from the evening swimmers. Chaise lounges lay empty, perfectly assembled in a straight line of pristine white. A blinding light shines down on the clear pool water and leaves the edges of the area dimmed into a warm glow. Half of Killian’s face is cast in shadow, the other half glowing from the pool’s light.

He ditched the suit jacket that adorned his shoulders in the early morning hours during their last information meeting. Instead, his tie is loose around his neck and the sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled his to his elbows. The edges of his lone tattoo – an anchor with his brother’s name wrapped around it on his right forearm – is visible under the rolled cuffs.

The agency actively avoids late night gatherings like this. Her schedule is already too screwed up to allow more than a few precious hours of shut-eye, between the private rehearsals with Regina and Neal, information drops with Victor and Killian, and her actual duties as part of the pageant.

Emma pulls her sweater tighter across her chest and crosses her arms. “What are you doing here?” she whispers hotly. Her eyes scan the hotel block behind them, hoping the other pageant contestants are sleeping soundly and unaware of the ongoings just outside their rooms.

“I come bearing gifts.” Her partner smirks and holds up a takeout bag from their local diner. Her eyes meet his for just a moment before she grabs the bag and makes her way over to lounge chair.

The whole reason Emma was able to get into the pageant undercover was because it took place in Maine. Last year’s Miss United States winner hailed from Portland, making her state the stage for this year’s competition. Photoshop a few pictures, fake a pageant scandal, and Emma was able to sneak her way into the competition when Mr. Gold came to the FBI with concerns over threatening letters he got.

Mr. Gold ran the entire competition and moved about backstage like a lizard. He sneered more than he grinned and Emma would place bets he had underhanded dealings going on when pageant season was over.

Emma practically moans when she bites into the grilled cheese, grease gathering at the corner of her lip. “You have no idea what I’ve had to deal with,” she mumbles through a full mouth. “Everyone here eats healthy before the swimsuit competition which, by the way, is –”

“– Is gross, sexist, and has no real meaning on whether or not someone makes a good Miss United States? It’s simply there to attract the male gaze and degrades the women who participate in this event as a scholarship competition and to enact real change with their position?”

Her chewing slows as she stares at the man who occupies the chaise beside her. Killian grins proudly as one eyebrow jerks up. “I do listen to you, Swan. Every word.”

The food is hard to swallow as their eyes remain locked. Cheese sticks to the back of her throat and Killian wordlessly offers her the soda by his hip. She hands it back to him as her fingers go in search of the onion rings she smells from the bag.

“I also come bearing a message,” he adds after she eats in silence.

“From Director Lucas?”

Killian’s voice is audibly softer when he speaks next. “No, from a bright young lad who misses his mother and hopes she is staying safe.”

Henry.

“What did he say?” Emma asks eagerly. She gathers her trash into the takeout bag and her heart stutters when Killian takes it from her grasp.

Her and Killian have worked together for years and he was still the only one who memorized her food orders and the way she liked her hot chocolate. He figured how hungry she must be and went out of his way to get her something of substance, no matter how much he disagrees with her food choices.

It unnerved her at first, the way he was able to get under her skin and push all the right buttons. They butted heads more times than either could count and they loved to take their verbal sparring to the training room mats in the basement at headquarters.

“That he got an A minus on his math test – thanks to yours truly – and he is whizzing through his history project.” She grins proudly and bites her lip, standing with Killian as he continues talking. Ever the gentleman he always claims to be, he escorts her back towards her room. “He also says he loves you and he’ll be watching from home. Dave also sends his regards.”

“Dave?” Emma asks incredulously. “Since when are you and my dad on a first name basis?”

“Since I stopped Victor from checking up on them again.”

Emma groans loudly, head tilting back as she closes her eyes. Victor Knows-No-Boundaries Whale had been a disaster when he checked on her family earlier in the week. What she gleamed from the conversations she heard about it, her father almost locked him in the sheriff’s holding cell for his entire visit.

The screech of a sliding door opening jerks Emma’s head upright and she turns to look behind her. One of the other pageant contestants – Dorothy Gale or Gust or something, she can’t recall – pokes her head out. Emma flattens herself against the wall of the hotel block, picking a spot hidden in the shadows, and pulls Killian against her. Her hand goes to the back of his neck and pulls his face down to block hers. She shivers at the feel of his breath ghosting the skin of her neck, realizing then the collar of her sweater must have slipped down without her noticing.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice just below a whisper. Emma feels the way his mouth forms the words and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath through her nose to calm her racing heart.

“Contestants aren’t allowed visitors,” she whispers back. Her fingers curl into the hair at the nape of his neck and she wraps her other arm around his waist, pulling him closer. She barely registers the crinkling of the takeout bag he still holds. “Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable so hopefully she won’t spare more than a glance our way.”

Killian makes a minute tilt of his head and Emma sucks in a breath. He’s close enough that his cheek brushes against hers and she wills herself not to close her eyes at the proximity.

“All clear,” he says quietly, turning his head back to her. He moves back just slightly and this time, Emma relishes in the way his nose rubs against her own. The dim light outside doesn’t mute the electrifying blue of his eyes and she feels rooted to the spot. His thumb rubs circles on her hip and his touch is so warm it practically burns through her sweater.

His breath on her neck is nothing compared to the sensation against her own lips. They dry from the air and Emma sticks her tongue out to wet them, feeling the weight of his gaze watching her movement.

This is it.

This is the moment they’ve danced around in the years since he joined the agency, transferring from New York City to their small little town that specialized in missions of the Top-Secret nature. It started when he came into the bullpen and locked eyes with her own and grinned before asking her to coffee which she promptly turned down. While he hadn’t asked her again since then, he still slid flirty comments and innuendos her way when she was in her better moods.

This is the moment they’ve danced around whenever they sparred, the sweat and the press of each other’s bodies acting as a tease for each other. The way her cheeks heated up when his muscled arm wrapped around her middle or the way his firmness rubbed against her backside before she flipped him to the mat. How their eyes memorized each other’s forms, panting and red-faced, taunts spitting from each other’s lips.

This is the moment they’ve danced around when they sought each other for comfort. How he became a safe place when a case was hitting too close and how she welcomed him into her home and her life so he wouldn’t spend a holiday alone. The level of comfort they held with each other unlike anything they’ve experienced before.

Emma watches his Adam’s apple bob and makes a decision. Standing on her tip toes, arching her body into his, and using her hand on his neck, she pulls his head down. Her lips just brush against his when his watch beeps.

Killian represses the urge to groan his dissatisfaction, taking his hand off her hip and pulling his Apple watch close to his face. Emma drops, both feet flat on the ground, and leans back against the wall again. The moment is gone.

“I’m sorry, Swan,” he says. His voice doesn’t begin to cover the regret that shines in his eyes and Emma smiles sadly.

“Go. Director Lucas calls.”

They stand in each other’s orbit for a moment, silencing wrapping around them like a cold winter’s breeze. The two of them always stand on the precipice of something, never able to fall over. The sun rises in the east, popcorn always tastes better with M&M’s, and her and Killian are never meant to be – the indisputable facts of Emma Swan’s life.

*

Emma didn’t sleep that night. Her movements are quiet as she slips back into the room, Anna still passed out with her eye mask slightly askew.

Instead of sleeping, Emma thinks about life’s what-ifs.

Which is only part of the reason why she’s in such a cranky mood in the dressing room at the stadium the next. The other half is attributed to Victor yammering away in her ear about moving this way or that so he can see some of the contestants in their bras and panties.

“If you don’t shut up right now, I will knee you so hard next time I see you that you’ll have to pull your dick from your stomach,” she growls lowly, barely moving her lips. She adjusts her hair over the camera on her dress, disguised as the American flag pin all contestants wore.

Director Lucas’ chuckle fills her ear, Victor’s whines and Walsh’s complaints about her language falling to the background.

“So,” Anna begins excitedly. The girl practically bounces over to Emma’s vanity, grin wide and eyes alight with a joy most often seen in middle school girls. “Who did you see last night?” she asks quietly. Emma freezes.

The men in her ear question her about who could have possibly visited her without them knowing, meaning Killian’s stop wasn’t a sanctioned act. The thought makes her blush.

“She’s blushing!” another voice calls out behind her. Aurora’s figure appears in her mirror. The girl’s dress shimmers in a way that Emma couldn’t tell if it was pink or blue. Aurora’s thin fingers clasps over her shoulders and Emma’s is shaken lightly. “I thought I just overheard Anna mention something about a gentleman caller.”

Anna’s eyes widen in alarm and she fiddles with her fingers. Emma anticipates she’ll play with the bottom of her hair next, always a bundle of nerves and a necessity to please others, most likely caused by absentee family growing up. “I – I didn’t exactly say a gentleman caller or anything like that.” She looks to Emma apologetically and Emma gives her a small smile.

“Gentleman caller?” Victor’s voice fills her ear. “Baby, just call me next time.”

She curls her fingers around her tube of liquid eyeliner and grits her teeth as she grins at the other girls.

“Give it up, Swan,” Dorothy notes from the other side of the room. A clutter of lipsticks dropping on the vanity tabletop precedes her movement over to them. “I thought I saw you by the pool with someone last night.”

Over the hard pounding of blood in her ears, Emma faintly hears Killian calling out a greeting to the rest of the control room through her earpiece.

Son of a bitch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emma deflects. She flips her hair over her shoulder, ignoring the cheer from Victor as her move unblocks the hidden camera, and focuses on applying her eyeliner. “Visitors are against pageant rules and we all know that.”

Dorothy snorts and rolls her eyes. Her hip is jutted against the corner of the vanity and Emma holds her hand steady against the sudden movement. “Cut the bullshit. We all look the other way when someone’s boyfriend or girlfriend comes by. I’ve been rooming the entire time with Merida and her girlfriend. Don’t be shy – tell us.”

Emma prides herself on not stooping to middle school tactics for revenge. She never really got the point of gossiping about people behind their backs or leaving angry anonymous messages on bathroom stalls. Really, as much as Killian pushes her buttons, she still maintains her head above that line.

It’s Victor’s comment – something disgusting about lesbian action and how he’d love to get in on that – that throws Emma off the edge.

She heaves a sigh, feigns looking bashful at the vanity top, and then looks into the mirror at the other girls with a grin so wide and so fake that Emma fears the corners of her mouth might crack and bleed.

“It was actually my boyfriend…” she starts. There’s a commotion in her ear, someone apologizing to someone else. “My last relationship was an absolute disaster and this is the first time my new boyfriend and I have been apart since we got together. He brought me some food to lift my spirits.”

Dorothy mumbles, “Looked like he brought more than food,” earning a laugh from Aurora as Anna drops her mouth in excitement, asking her what kind of food.

“Yeah, it was really thoughtful. My ex never did anything like that. Truth be told, he couldn’t do much of anything,” Emma says with a shrug. The look of interest crosses more than one girl’s face and she holds in her smirk. Hook, line, and sinker.

“You don’t mean…” Aurora begins in horror. Emma shakes her head.

She takes a deep breath to hold in her laughter and lets it out as a dramatic sigh. “Yep. We were coworkers and I overlooked his misogyny for a time because I thought he’d at least be good in bed, given the way he boasted. I could have gotten over his tiny dick – really, it was this small – but Victor couldn’t even find my –”

Aurora and Dorothy both gasp in horror this time and Anna grabs Emma’s hands displaying a fraction of a measurement, slamming them to the table. All three of them shake their heads at her. Emma registers the laughter in her ear from the control room and the guys all ganging up on Victor who’d suddenly gone silent. He knew as well as her that when this case wrapped up and they had to interview the pageant contestants, every woman that heard the conversation would be wondering if what she said was true.

“Please tell me it’s better now,” Anna says hurriedly. Emma nods quickly. She presses her lips together to contain her laughter, both at the women eating out of the palm of her hand and at embarrassing Victor on multiple levels. Time for the final blow, the wound to Victor’s ego that he’d never recover from. His friendly rival when it came to women.

“Oh yes, Killian is so great,” Emma says, eyes locking with each girl. Her smile softens into something real and her words hold more truth than she ever intended. “He’s patient and kind, and so loyal and attentive.” The women chorus in various sounds of adoration before Aurora speaks up.

“Is he attentive�� elsewhere?”

“Most definitely,” she says. Her cheeks heat up in a furious blush, the other women taking it to mean something else. She prays the catcalls in her ear aren’t as audible to those standing close to her as the way they ring towards her eardrum.

“Is he bigger?” Anna asks. There’s a small grin on her face, like she wants what’s best for Emma even though they’ve only known each other for two weeks.

She thinks of her and Killian’s sparring sessions, of the times they were forced up against each other in hiding, of last night.

Emma looks in the mirror, assures herself that the hidden camera has a full view of the scene, and holds her hands up far apart. “Much.”

*

Despite nearly getting her head blown off, Anna is all grins when she sees Emma. Both of their dresses are torn, hair falling out of place, and ash dusting their faces. The redhead chimes about how amazing Emma was, tossing the tiara towards the ceiling just as it exploded. The two embrace in a tight hug before Anna pulls away and turns her around with a squeak.

“Go check on your boyfriend!” is all Anna gets out before she pushes Emma towards Killian. The man of the hour has a cut on his forehead and ash across his face too. She notices a slice across his side and dried blood on his shirt. His fight with Mr. Gold over the detonator must have gotten dirtier than what she saw.

“Emma!” Killian calls once he spots her. He moves Mr. Gold over to Victor’s hold, the latter looking at the ground and avoiding eye contact with any of the contestants, and rushes to her side. “Are you alright, love?”

She nods her head. Despite the distinct smell of explosive that permeates the atmosphere, she still catches a whiff of salt air, something she associates with Killian. His blue eyes are filled with worry and he lets his gaze roam her figure, looking for any injury he might have missed. Her heart thumps against her chest and she grabs his wrist, smiling.

“I’m alright. You on the other hand…”

He hisses when her hand gently touches the area around his cut side and she winces apologetically. “I’ll be fine. No need to worry about me, love; I’m a survivor.” She rolls her eyes, more in affection than anything else, and opens her mouth to reply when he cuts her off. “You are alright though, correct? Because I already called Henry and said you were, and I’d hate the lad to consider me a liar when –”

This is the moment, she thinks to herself before she grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him down for a kiss.

Their lips press together for a moment but smiles break out on their faces almost immediately after. It’s difficult to kiss while grinning, she learns quickly. They have to break apart pretty fast, their teeth hitting each other more than their lips, but the joy on Killian’s face is worth it.

Kissing Killian, actually kissing him, is pretty great too.

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She Came From the Water Chapter 6/?

Summary

Between his dissatisfying job, a constant battle to keep seeing his daughter, and a history of mistakes, losses, and broken dreams, Killian Jones has no place for magic in his life. But when he pulls in his fishing nets one evening only to find a woman caught in them, his life becomes infinitely more complicated. Is she a siren, a selkie, like his daughter believes, or just another lost soul like himself? Suddenly, his life is a thing of fairytales; beautiful women hidden away in cottages, selkie husbands coming back to claim them, and, just maybe, a chance at happily ever after.

A Captain Swan AU based on the film Ondine (2009) for the @captainswanmoviemarathon

Rated M for eventual smut.

I’m going to stop guessing at how long this fic is going to be.

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Thank you so much @ultraluckycatnd​ for helping me through all my insecurities about this fic <3 you’re such a lovely beta and person <3

Big thank you as well to @elizabeethan​ @the-darkdragonfly​ and @xhookswenchx​ for letting me brainstorm out loud to you!

Finally thank you to @itsfabianadocarmo​ for this lovely aesthetic that made me start writing this fic again. 

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Part 6

"Someone’s here." 

She looks outside again and Killian tenses. Nobody ever comes out here. Not unannounced. “Go into the bedroom," he tells her, absentmindedly stroking her arm. "I’ll see who it is.” 

He does his best to stay calm. Surely it’s David or Mary Margaret come to say hello. They just forgot to call. But he can’t shake the feeling that her past has finally shown up, that someone has come to break apart this little world they’ve created for themselves over the last three days and he grieves it already. 

Once she’s shut the door to the bedroom, Killian heads across the kitchen. He can hear it now, someone coming up the drive, steps light and quick like someone sneaking up, trying to avoid being seen. He opens the door, stepping outside in an attempt to keep whoever it is from coming in when suddenly the mystery visitor ducks out from the treeline. He lets out a sigh of relief. 

“Alice,” he calls and her head snaps up. “What are you doing here? You know you’re not allowed to come without your mum’s permission.” The words burn in his throat as they do every time he has to say them, every time Alice disregards the custody rules set in place. 

“Mum’s not home,” she shrugs. “Besides, I wanted to hear the rest of the story. Did she get her memories back?” Alice continues, ducking right under his arm and into the house behind him. He whirls around. His daughter might not be a threat or someone from Swan’s past coming to take her away, but she doesn’t want to be seen. 

“Alice, wait,” he starts but she’s already headed into the kitchen and dragged a chair to the counter so she can boost herself up and reach the cabinet. She beams when she finds the Poptarts. She’s climbing down and ripping into the bag before he’s even reached her so he can make sure she doesn’t break her neck on the way. “Careful,” he warns but is, of course, ignored. She’s utterly unphased as he scoops her up under her arms to set her safely on the ground. 

“So did she?” she asks again.

“Did she what? Who?” Killian’s head is spinning. 

“The girl in the net,” Alice clarifies, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “Really Dad, isn’t this supposed to be your story.”

“Sweetheart, now isn’t a good time.”

“Why not?” she asks and just then the kettle goes off. Alice looks at it and then at the two mugs next to the stove. Killian casts a slightly frantic glance at his bedroom door and her gaze follows him. “Do you have a friend over?” she cocks her head. “Is Ruby visiting? Why is she hiding? Are you doing grown up things again?” 

Killian is going to have a heart attack. “No,” he answers, hoping that Swan didn’t hear anything. “What are grown up things?” 

“I don’t know. You said you’d only tell me when I was older.” 

“Alice I-” The door creaks open and Swan pokes her head out. Killian whirls around, shocked, and wondering how much of the conversation she overheard. She smiles shyly and Killian looks between her and Alice, who beams. How is he going to explain-

“Hello,” his daughter says, setting down her snack and heading over to greet the woman now stepping out of his room. 

“Hello,” Swan answers. Killian stares at them both, unsure what to do or say, worried that this will make the woman staying with him feel betrayed, that it will traumatize his child in some way. But neither of them seem particularly angry or prone to holding this over his head in therapy, so he hesitates. 

“Um, Alice, this is Swan. She’s staying with me for a bit.”

“Oh, we’ve met,” Alice says. Killian’s eyes snap to Swan who nods, looking guilty. When had they met? Why had neither told him? Selkies. Suddenly it makes sense. “Oh, don’t be upset,” his daughter continues dismissively. “I asked her to keep it a secret.”

“Do you think you could keep me a secret?” Swan asks then, casting a glance at him, as though asking for permission. He nods. “I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.” 

“Why not?” Alice asks, frowning. And then her eyes widen in understanding. “Of course! Because of your seal coat!” Both the adults look at her in confusion. “You wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re here if you can’t remember where you left your seal coat. They could trap you.” 

She casts an uncertain glance at Killian. He doesn’t want to lie to Alice, but he also doesn’t believe that he’d be able to talk her out of her certainty about Swan being a selkie if he tried. He clears his throat, absentmindedly stroking the back of his daughter’s hair. “Right. So let’s not tell anyone just yet, okay, love?”

Alice nods. “I did some research you know,” she starts. “Selkies aren’t dangerous. They’re not like mermaids. They save sailors from drowning rather than pulling them under. Which is strange since in this case it’s you who was saved from drowning. Although, I don’t know if you can actually drown if you’re a seal-woman…” 

She continues on, rattling off facts and theories and rambling and Killian casts a hopeless, affectionate glance at Swan who is watching his daughter with patient interest. Alice has it backwards; he might have been the one who pulled her from the water, but it was he who’d been drowning. She’s reached through all the misery and the darkness he’d let himself surrender to and pulled him back to the surface, breathed air and life back into his lungs.

“And of course you can swim very fast and very long since you can breathe underwater,” Alice continues. “I wonder if you swim as fast as a seal? Although you were swimming without your seal coat. I don’t know what the rules are for a selkie in human form.” She frowns at Swan then. “Is it much much different? Swimming with human legs? It must be more difficult -”

“Do you swim, Alice?” she asks then and Alice shakes her head. 

“No. I’ve never had lessons. And Dad can’t teach me.” Killian glances awkwardly at his feet and shrugs when Swan looks at him in surprise. But she doesn’t pry. Instead, she turns back to his daughter. 

“Would you like to learn?” she asks. “... Unless you’re afraid of the water,” she suggests when Alice hesitates and there’s no challenge in her voice, no taunt, just understanding, like maybe she understands that fear. 

“I wouldn’t be afraid of the water if I had a sea creature with me,” the girl beams and Swan returns it. 

“I can teach you. If it’s okay with your dad.” 

Killian had been watching the interaction between the two in stunned disbelief. The way she’s watching Swan, with awe and admiration and enchantment, he’s never seen Alice so taken with anyone in his life. He wonders if everyone who meets her instantly falls in love with her or if it’s just Joneses. 

“Aye. It’s alright with me. But won’t you be cold?”

“It’s not that cold!” Alice insists and he can already see that there’s a tantrum brewing under the surface if he dares to deny her the chance to swim with a sea creature. 

He tries to hide his smirk. “Alright, but the second your lips turn blue we’re coming in.” 

He doesn’t think she’ll last very long. While the wind is mild today the water was still cold against his skin. No harm in a few minutes in the sea, he reasons, children here grow up with the cold in their blood and the water in their veins. He likes the idea of Alice learning to swim; he thinks he’ll sleep better knowing he doesn’t have to worry about her every time she wades out too far or is on the boat with him. 

Swan reaches out and Alice takes her hand and the two head off out the door towards the shore. They’re still on the steps when Swan turns back to him. “Aren’t you coming?” she asks, as though it should have been obvious that he was invited. He’d assumed this was girl-bonding. He smiles, happy to be included. 

It’s not until they reach the water and Alice kicks off her shoes and socks, dipping her toes in the chilly water that she turns to them both in panic. “I don’t have a swimsuit!” she realises. 

“That’s alright. Neither do I,” Swan consoles her. 

“What will we wear then?” 

Swan considers this for a moment and then shrugs. “Underwear,” she tells her and then pulls her dress off over her head. 

Killian’s mind suddenly goes blank, every thought and sound drowned out by the racing of his heart as his eyes cast over the long lines of her legs. His jaw drops, in shock, in awe, in disbelief. He watches the way her hair falls softly over the curve of her back, every smooth, pale inch of her on display and beautiful under his gaze, smile bright and shining as she laughs. She can’t be real. 

It’s only when she turns to look at him, and her smile falters a little with curiosity, lip catching between her teeth, that he realises he’s staring. He’s suddenly far too aware of his limbs, feeling awkward and clumsy and like he’s taking up far too much space. 

He darts his eyes away, staring fixedly out at the horizon as he tries to calm his racing heart. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as discreetly as he can to try to clear it. But he can’t get the image of her out of his mind. 

He tries to focus on Alice as the two of them wade out into the water, his daughter letting out a shrieking giggle when the cold reaches her knees, her fingers white knuckled against the woman’s. Killian’s certain that if he just stays right here and doesn’t move, doesn’t let his gaze stray from the spot right in front of his feet, that he can get through this without making a fool of himself. 

“Aren’t you coming in, Dad?” Alice calls and the blood drains from his face. 

“It wouldn’t hurt you to learn too!” He glances over at them and Swan throws a look at him, the challenge in it raised with her brow. 

He’d really, really rather not. He can barely handle the effect this woman has on him with all her clothes on. But he notices again the way Alice is clutching her hand, the slight nervousness to her posture despite her incessant bravery and he knows he has to. He kicks off his boots and his socks and leaves them on the shore before wading out after them. As soon as he reaches Alice, she clings tightly to his hand. 

“You swim with all your clothes on?” Swan teases and he smirks.

“I don’t swim.” She rolls her eyes, clearly not letting him off so easily. “Little girls and selkies might not get cold, but fishermen do.” She laughs and, as the water reaches his hips and shoots ice up his spine, he’s glad he’ll have at least one less thing to worry about. 

“Too bad.” She says it so softly he almost doesn’t hear it but his gaze snaps to hers, eyes wide. She’s focused on Alice now, asking if she’s feeling scared, and he wonders if he imagined it. 

“Okay, lie back,” she instructs and lets go of the little girl’s hand so that she can brace one arm under her shoulders and one under her legs, Alice squishing his fingers between both of her hands. “You’re doing great,” Swan encourages even as his daughter flounders a little nervously, letting herself be held up. After a long moment, she finally lets go of his hand and tentatively trails her arms through the water, toes kicking gently and untested. 

“I’m swimming!” she exclaims, nervous laughter bubbling out of her and Killian grins at her proudly. 

“You are!” Swan agrees proudly. “Look at you go, you’re a sea creature!” 

“You’re a natural, love,” he smiles at her. The two of them wade out a little further, Swan guiding the girl in circles, always holding her steady as she gets the hang of floating and he watches, amazed by how taken Alice is and how taken Swan seems to be as well. He’s never even dreamed of letting a woman into his life, not when that life includes Alice and he doesn’t even know if there’s room for someone else in his heart. But seeing them together, he can’t get over how perfectly she fits, or how much he likes it. 

Suddenly, Swan stops, gaze darting down to her foot beneath the waves and he worries she’s maybe cut herself on a rock. She continues to stare, brow furrowing further as she shifts her feet under her. He can see the anxiety building in her and he comes towards them, calling her name softly in question.

“Go to your dad for a second,” she says quickly and Alice must sense her change in mood because she practically leaps across the small space into his arms. He hoists her out of the water and onto his hip just as Swan takes a deep, gasping breath and dives down beneath it. She’s under for a long moment, just long enough that Killian fears he may have to go after her, but panics knowing he can’t do so with Alice out this deep. 

Finally, she breaks the surface, swallowing air in heavy swallows and the relief washes over him so forcefully that he’s made dizzy for a moment. She’s clutching something. It’s dark and leathery and covered in moss and seaweed. 

“What’s that?” Alice asks and Swan stares hard at it. 

“I don’t know. Just… something I found.”

Her eyes go wide suddenly. “Is it your seal-coat?” she asks excitedly.

“Maybe.” Her voice sounds far away.

“Are you going to bury it?”

Swan looks at them then for the first time since before she dove under the water, uncertain. But as her gaze turns to Alice, her expression softens, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Should I?”

“Yes. Then you could stay for seven years.” 

Her smile softens even more. “Would you like that?” Killian can’t help the way his breath catches when her eyes flit to his beneath her lashes. 

“Very much.” He hopes she knows, even if he can’t say it, how much he’d like it too. 

She clutches the leather and weeds to her chest. “Well then, I guess we better bury it.” 

Killian carries his daughter back to shore, Swan following closely behind them. Alice goes on at length without need for an audience about how and where they should hide the ‘seal coat’. Every time he glances back at the woman trailing in their wake, she’s fixated on the item in her hands, her expression unreadable. 

It can’t be her seal coat. That would be impossible, ludicrous, the stuff of fairytales. He appreciates that she’s doing this for Alice, letting her play make believe, indulging her games and fantasies. But the way she’s staring at the waterlogged bundle, like it’s something overwhelming and terrifying and familiar... it makes him doubt everything he believes. 

Maybe she is a selkie. Maybe she did swim here to escape a selkie husband and wind up in his net and in his life. All he knows is fairytale or not, figurative or not, her burying it means something. ‘Would you like that?’ she’d asked. She didn’t have to ask. If she wants to stay, seven years or a hundred, he won’t send her away. 

When they reach shore, Alice wiggles her way out of his arms and, after a small battle over the fact that she had to put her jeans and sweater back on (which she only agreed to when she saw that Swan was dressing as well), she begins leading them off back towards the house. 

“Where are we burying it?” Swan asks, still clutching it carefully. 

“I know the perfect place!” Alice insists.

Killian watches the woman carefully. Every now and then her eyes dart out around her, like she’s expecting someone or something, like she’s being watched. He tries to settle the chill in his bones, the worry that something is coming, that it’s on it’s way now to take her away and ruin this. He fears it; he can’t lose her, not yet. He hasn’t had enough time. He’ll never have enough time. 

Alice runs off ahead of them, disappearing around the back of the cottage. He doesn’t worry. She’s spent years getting lost and found on the grounds and the cliffs and the woods around his home. She knows every inch. When he looks to Swan again she’s frowning, gnawing at her lip as her fingers scratch at the moss and the mud that cover her package. 

He reaches out, fingers brushing gently along her spine, hesitant in his desire to comfort her. She glances up at him, snapped out of whatever train of thought she’d gotten lost in for a little while. He knows the feeling well. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, fingertips still barely touching the dampness of her dress, droplets falling from her hair and onto his knuckles. She watches him for a moment. They’ve stopped walking. He can’t make out her expression. She looks torn, pained and confused and so lost and he wants to help, but he doesn’t know how. 

Her eyes are uncertain as she looks down at the would-be seal coat and then back at him. “I -”

“Come on!” Alice shouts and her mouth snaps shut. Killian turns to wave at his daughter who rolls her eyes in exasperation, waiting with arms crossed. When he looks back at the woman beside him the helpless expression is gone, hidden behind some wall he doesn’t know if he can climb. 

“Swan?” 

She smiles, bright and shining and a lie. “I’m fine. Let’s go,” she insists, heading off after Alice and leaving him no choice but to follow. 

They find her in the greenhouse, an old, broken down thing that had been here when they bought the cottage and that his mother had always meant to turn into something beautiful. She’d run out of time though, and while Killian once swore to himself that he’d finish it for her, the decaying wood of the foundation speaks of his empty promises and forgotten good intentions. 

Swan looks around in wonder, eyes wide and mouth agape as she takes in the overgrown structure. Nature has overtaken it, moss and weeds and late season flowers climbing along the beams and covering the cracked stone floor. “It’s beautiful,” she breathes, gazing up at the canopy of leaves that wind around the remains of the ceiling, some trickling down so low that she reaches out to brush them with her fingertips. 

He’s taken in by the sight of her, by the way she finds beauty in the things he’s grown to loath and makes them magical. It’s as though the light she carries flows from her hands and into the room itself, turning the dark and shaded ruins into something wonderful. Strange and wonderful, like everything about her. He wonders if this is how Alice sees the world, remembers what it was like to see adventure and magic where others saw nothing. Perhaps he could see it this way again some day, or maybe it’s enough to surround himself with those who do. 

“Over here,” Alice calls and they both follow her to the far end of the structure. She’s trying to get a piece of cracked stone loose, the floor crumbling beneath them. 

“Here, let me,” he insists and kneels down to pry it free before she hurts herself. The rock lifts fairly easily, revealing soft, damp earth beneath it and Alice grins. 

“Right here,” she says, kneeling down beside him and beginning to dig. 

Swan finally sets down her burden and joins them on the ground, fingers sinking deep into the soil as she helps Alice dig. She looks at him, brow raised meaningfully and nodding at the ever growing hole. He shakes his head, laughing but complies, scooping mud and dirt and worms until it’s deep enough and she stands, picking up the bundle and setting it carefully inside. He’s never seen Alice so excited, and that’s saying something. 

“Will we remember where it is?” Swan asks as they pile dirt over it. “In seven years?”

“Should we mark it?” Killian asks, trying to remember if he grabbed his pocket knife or left it on the boat. “We could put something in the wood.”

“No, that’s too obvious,” Alice shakes her head. “Someone could find it!” 

Swan bites back a smile and turns to him. “Yeah, come on, Killian,” she sighs with a smirk. “Way too obvious.” He raises a brow at her, a disbelieving grin pulling at his lips. Is she teasing him? 

“I know,” his daughter says, standing. She walks out where the back door would have been, feet carefully placed one in front of the other until she reaches a giant oak tree that’s been on the grounds longer than Killian’s been alive. She turns to them. “Seventeen steps to the fairy tree.” 

“Brilliant,” he tells her and she looks very proud of herself. He doesn’t bother to question the fact that her feet will grow; he doubts she’ll remember this in seven years time. By then she’ll be too grown up, so for now he lets her believe in magic, hopes she continues to for as long as possible. 

“Thank you, Alice,” Swan says, taking her hand when the girl returns to them. 

“Now your selkie husband can’t make you go back!” 

“I have a husband?” she asks. 

“Of course. All selkies do. But now he can’t make you go back to the water for seven years. Not so long as your coat is hidden.” The excitement in his daughter’s eyes is unparalleled and he hates to break this up, but a glance at his watch tells him they need to get going. Alice needs to be home when her mother returns, and he still needs to go to the fishery. 

“Time to get you home, love.”

“Dad, no,” she starts to whine and while it tugs at his heart that she wants to stay, he knows she can’t. 

“Come on, your mum will start to worry.” She won’t. He knows that. She probably won’t even notice Alice is late or gone - who knows where Eloise is anyway - but if she finds out that Alice was here, she’ll make them both suffer for it and he won’t have her keeping his daughter from him any more than she already does. 

“Do I still get to come this weekend?” she asks, stepping back as though she’ll refuse to leave unless he promises. 

“Aye,” he smiles. “For the whole weekend.” Only then does she begrudgingly agree to come with him. The three of them head back out to the cottage, Swan sitting on the front steps and saying goodbye to Alice, saying she hopes she’ll see her soon. 

“Will you still be here Saturday?”

Swan looks at him quickly before answering. He only gives her a hopeful smile. “Yes,” she promises and he has to duck his head to hide his pleased grin. 

“Okay,” Alice agrees and then heads towards his extended hand. She’s only about halfway there when she stops. She turns suddenly, rushing towards Swan and wrapping her arms around her neck in a fierce hug. 

The woman looks stunned for a second, thrown back by the force of the small girl crashing into her, but then she smiles, eyes almost watery as she squeezes her back. Alice whispers something in her ear that he can’t hear and he won’t ask about. Let them have their secrets. One more kind woman in his daughter’s life is not a gift he takes lightly. 

Alice hangs on to his hand for longer than normal on their walk home, regaling him with tales of selkies and what exactly it means to bury her seal coat. He raises an eyebrow at some of the things she tells him she’s read in the books she found at the library, really hoping she doesn’t actually understand some of the stories about women and male selkie lovers. 

“Why seven years?” he asks and she rolls her eyes. 

“Because those are the rules. If she buries her seal coat she can stay for seven years. But burying it just means she has to stay. She can stay if she wants to. Unless her husband decides he wants to take her back. That’s why we had to make sure it was hidden. If he finds it, he’ll take her away.” There’s a hint of heartbreak in her eyes. 

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we hid it so well,” he says, squeezing her hand and her smile is back. 

“You know, Dad,” she says when they’ve been walking a little while. He looks down at her. “Sometimes selkies do stay on land forever. They say that selkies can often find happiness with a…” she frowns, certainly trying to remember whatever book she’s quoting. “A landsman! That’s it. Selkies can often find unexpected happiness with a landsman.”

“Is that so?” he asks, deliberately not acknowledging her meaningful look. 

“Do you think Swan will stay?” she presses.

“I don’t know, love. That’s her choice.” 

“I think she will. I think she likes it here. Maybe you can marry her and then she can stay forever.” 

Killian winces, not ready to get into why he can’t go marrying a woman with no memory who he’s only met three days ago. Especially when even now the thought makes him smile. “Alice…” he starts.

“Why not?” she asks, more to herself. “It makes sense. She’s already living with you, and she likes you.” 

“You think she likes me?” he asks before he can stop himself and regretting it the moment he says it. Alice gives him a sly grin. Killian clears his throat, making a point to sound less excited this time. “What makes you think she wants to stay?”

“She could have taken her seal coat and left.” 

He knows it’s not a seal coat. He knows she’s not obligated to stay for seven years because she hid it in his greenhouse. But he can’t help but hope when he thinks of the way she looked at him when she said they should bury it. It felt like a promise. Maybe not a promise, but the suggestion of one at least. 

“Besides,” Alice says, breaking him from his thoughts. “I’m not oblivious, you know. I’m seven. I know things.”

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Un-Kissable :|: Never Been Kissed CS AU

Hello all!! Okay, since life has been rough for a while it kinda scared the Muse away and she has been skittish to come back to me. However it seems she is taking some baby steps back to me.

What does that mean? Well, I have a new update ready but let’s just say I’m embarrassed with how long it has been between updates and maybe you guys don’t even remember the story anymore. Sorry. I did say no fic abandoned and I meant that. I just didn’t know so much crap was going to get in the way.

Okay... So I will be posting the original chapters first then add the new one.

I thank @ilovemesomekillianjones for being my beta for the first chapters and then the lovely @ultraluckycatnd took over. Both lovely human beings!

Art by @herhookedhero

 Chapter 1

Killian Jones was the youngest junior copy editor at The Glass Mirror. He should be satisfied with all the success he had accrued in his short life. Sure he had his own office and with it came an unlimited supply of office supplies, not to mention a personal assistant. But he wanted more, so much more.

His dream was to be a reporter, but it still eluded him. Sadly he was too shy and lacked the assertiveness required for the job. Not to mention his total lack of a personal life, how could he expect to report on the lives of others, when he didn't even have his own?

"Killian, do you have the copy of the new library inauguration piece ready?" his boss, Sidney Glass asked.

"It will be ready by the deadline, have I ever failed you before?"

"No, of course not, please just have the piece ready to go to print on time. I know that the computers were down for a long time but the deadline still applies."

Read the rest of CH1 here

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A Kiss for Good Luck (15/16)

Summary: So this is the story of one born lucky, and one born unlucky. Fate will keep making them cross paths, but is it to bring them together, or to test them? Captain Swan AU.

A/N: Final chapter in the story! There’s only a short epilogue left after this one :)

Rating: T (make sure you’re okay with the warnings on AO3)

Word count for this chapter: 4k (51k in total) AO3

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Chapter 15: Emma Swan and Killian Jones, June 23rd 2016 (continued)

“I think you were right,” Emma says some minutes into their walk. “About the time thing, and how big or small the luck is.” She turns to him. “Unless you spotted money and didn't tell me anything.”

Killian opens his mouth to speak, but instead a grunt comes out when a jogger bumps him on the shoulder as he passes by. Killian just rolls his eyes.

“Wait for it,” Emma whispers quickly. “Hey!”

The jogger turns around, still running on the spot. He smiles at Emma, but his face falls when he sees that she's holding Killian's hand.

“You just bump into people like that?” Emma asks, an almost comical offense showing on her face.

The jogger looks at Killian, expression turning bitter. “Apologies, mate.”

“Sure.” Killian turns at Emma after the guy has left. “You didn't have to do that.”

Emma quickly kisses him. “You knew that guy?”

“No. You didn't have to do that either.”

“We'll both have to get used to that.”

Killian, instead, raises their joined hands and leaves a brief kiss on hers. “Aye, we will.”

Still absorbing the place around her, still not fully realizing she's even left her country, Emma is surprised to suddenly feel Killian tug her towards a two-store house. She stops and stares at it.

The home he grew up in – well, not technically, but it's still a place that means a lot to him.

“What?” Killian says, letting go of her hand to fish out a set of keys from his pocket.

“It's just... your home.” As much as she likes her apartment in Boston, she'd rather look for a new one herself than pull Killian away from this place. There are still times she misses the home she had with Ingrid. She'd know the feeling.

“Aye?”

Emma just shrugs. “It's nice, that's all.”

Killian knows she means more than that; he doesn't push, however. “Welcome, then.”

He quickly sets to cooking as Emma sits down at the kitchen table and starts toying with the chess set on it.

“That's Alice's,” Killian says.

“Oh,” she says and drops the piece she was holding. “Does she play often?”

“She's a master at it. I don't think she'd mind if you played a bit yourself.”

“I don't know the first thing about chess,” she says and stands up, leaning closer to him and the food. “It smells nice. Nemo taught you to cook?”

“Hm-mm.”

Emma gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. He turns to look at her surprised. Emma shrugs playfully, saying, “What if you were about to put some salt in it and the saltshaker broke?”

He smiles, but he doesn't move for a kiss. “We've got a few potatoes.”

She raises her eyebrows. “So?”

He laughs. “Potatoes have potassium. Potassium absorbs the extra salt.”

“On today's episode of 'Cooking with Killian Jones',” she says, teasingly.

He fights the impulse to kiss her bright smile; perhaps he can hang onto the luck for a few hours more, if it means a better-tasting meal for everyone.

He turns around instead when he hears the front door open. A tired Alice appears from it, her knee looking scraped. He checks the time – she would normally be finishing school in two hours from now.

“Alice? What happened?”

“Something came up with the teacher, and they let us go earlier.”

“And you walked? They didn't let you call?”

“They did. The phone here isn't working and Nemo's phone is off. I didn't know anyone else's number.”

He checks both the cordless phone and the older phone by the kitchen door. Indeed, there's no dial tone. He looks at the girl, feeling immense guilt. That was nearly an hour-long walk, and she apparently fell and scraped her knee.

“I'm so sorry, Alice. I would've come pick you up. Does your knee hurt?”

“It's okay, I just tripped,” she says, tiredly taking her backpack off. “Can I watch some Netflix later?”

He smiles. “I think you've earned it. Come on then, I'll help you clean it.”

As he sterilizes Alice's wound, he thinks about her walking all this route. The school year is nearly over, so she didn't change schools when she moved here; the one she was at already was close to her real home, all the way across town. Though his bad luck never caused him to try and call someone to come pick him up, fail, and end up walking, he feels a deep sympathy for her.

“That woman in the kitchen,” Alice starts.

Killian smiles at her, finally placing a bandage decorated with white rabbits on her knee.

“Is she your friend?”

“You're a curious one, aren't you?”

“Curiouser and curiouser...” she looks around with innocent eyes.

“She is. A... special friend.”

Alice smiles and jumps up. “Do you love her?” she whispers.

Killian feels his face warm up. “I do. A lot,” he says softly, looking at the open door. Hopefully Emma can't hear them.

“Does she love you?”

“I think so. I hope so.”

Alice's smile widens. “You should introduce me to her.” She then walks out, mood significantly lighter.

Emma is standing next to the stove, leaning in carefully to smell the food. With the bad luck on her, she can't risk getting too close.

“Where are my manners? I haven't introduced you yet. Alice, this is Emma,” Killian says when they approach. “Emma, this is Alice.”

Emma simply raises her hand at her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Alice sits down at the table, resetting the chess board. “Are you from around here?”

“No, actually,” Emma says and sits across from her, as Killian goes to keep stirring the food. “I'm from Boston, from America.”

“The United States?” Alice's eyes glow.

“Yeah. I made a surprise visit.”

“You'll be staying with us?”

“Uh... I think I'll be staying with Killian. But if Nemo is okay, I can come and visit.”

Alice points at the board, still smiling. “Do you play?”

“I know nothing about it.” After a short pause she adds, “Could you teach me?”

Alice giggles and starts picking up the pieces one by one, teaching Emma how they move across the board, even throwing a few tips about how to use each of them.

“You know the game awfully well,” Emma says.

Alice takes a melancholic expression that shouldn't belong on such a young face. “It's the one game I don't need any luck to win.” She then picks up the piece that looks like a horse – Emma's sure it's called a knight. “What's your country like?” Alice asks, her voice noticeably lower.

“Uh... big. Lots of places. I haven't visited many big cities, though. I went to New York City once.”

“My papa was born in Seattle. He's said a few times that we'd visit it together at some point.”

While Alice's head is slightly down, eyes stuck on the chess piece, Emma gives a quick glance towards Killian; he looks at them glumly.

Killian bites his lip, eventually saying, “I just need to leave the food to cook a little more. We can watch some Netflix until it's ready.”

Suddenly, Alice sniffles and runs to the bathroom, knight still in hand. Killian comes to stand closer to Emma, rubbing his face with his hand.

“What about her mother?” Emma asks.

“She left them after Alice was born. It's been just her and her father.”

“And now he's...”

Killian shakes his head.

“That sounds unlucky.” She looks at him meaningfully.

His eyebrow shoots up, and he looks towards the closed bathroom door.

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Emma says.

“You think we could transfer our luck to her?”

She shrugs. “It doesn't transfer to others, when one of us kisses someone else. Maybe if we... kiss her on the cheeks at the same time, she can act as a... mediator?”

His face turns serious. “It's worth a try.”

They nod at each other.

“Maybe the bad luck we'll be stuck with can be diluted, if it's shared between us.” She smiles weakly.

He smiles back. He takes her hand and pulls her up from the chair. “Are you sure about this?”

She squeezes his hand in hers and nods. “I am.”

They let go at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Alice keeps her face down, and though they try not to pry, they notice the slight redness in her eyes and the slump of her shoulders.

“Okay,” Killian says. “Time for Netflix?”

That brings a small smile on Alice's face. They walk to the living room, and Alice pauses for a moment when she sees them take the end seats on the three-seat couch that's facing the TV, but eventually she settles in between them.

They watch two episodes of her favourite anime, and by the end her smile seems genuine.

“You didn't even tell me where Nemo is,” Alice says suddenly, turning to Killian.

“He was busy. John needed some help at the office.”

“You didn't sleep here last night.”

“Yeah,” he turns a little towards her, giving Emma a short but meaningful look. “You missed me, my lady?”

Emma turns towards the girl a bit as well, catching her shy smile. She knows enough to understand that what Alice is desperate for now is some stability, even if that means the people she's staying with not sleeping elsewhere out of the blue.

“I'm sure he missed you,” Emma says. “And you know what? I think I'll miss you too, when I go back home.” She probably won't stay long there, she thinks.

Alice looks at her, then back at Killian, undoubtedly catching their wide smiles.

“Why are you two looking at me like this?”

One last look between them, and then they simultaneously kiss Alice's cheeks.

Alice giggles, then runs her hands across her cheeks. “Ew,” she says teasingly.

Killian gives Emma a hopeful smile. She knows her face reflects it.

“Alright, time to eat!” he says and jumps up.

Lunch goes by smoothly, then Emma watches as Killian helplessly loses quick match after quick match. Eventually Alice starts giving him tips, and they end in a stalemate. Killian then sends Alice to go do her homework, and he settles with Emma on the couch, neither of them actually watching what's on the TV, only basking in each other's embrace.

“I feel it's a bit unfair,” Emma says. “You cooked, insisted to do the dishes, and now I'm sitting here doing nothing while Alice is doing homework?”

“We asked her many times if she wants any help with it. She always says she's doing fine, and her social worker said her progress has kept up despite what she's going through.”

After a short pause, Emma says, “How long do you think it will take? Until something good happens for her?”

“I don't know. It's all in theory, after all, did it even work? And since we kissed today, many times, will her luck be little? Or will our bad luck be big because she's been unlucky for her whole life? Has she been that unlucky her whole life?”

Emma sighs. “A lot of questions.”

He kisses the top of her head. “All we can do is hope for the best now. We did something good, maybe we can hope for some good karma.”

At the sound of Alice's footsteps on the stairs, they pull apart, only holding each other's hand.

Still from the stairs, the mock-bitter glare she gives them is sharp. “I can't wait to be a grown-up and not have to do homework everyday.”

They both make a discontented “Ehhh” sound.

“All kids say that, then we grow up and realize how silly we were for thinking that,” Emma says.

“Right, right. I'm done for today.” She raises her shoulders innocently. “Could I watch some more Netflix?”

“You know,” Killian says, “I thought I could make some pancakes. Would you-”

Alice's eyes light up and she interrupts him with an excited gasp and a “Is there any marmalade left?”

Killian stands up, laughing. “You're the main consumer of it. You should know.”

Emma stands close to Killian, ready to react if his bad luck acts up, but instead nearly gasps when he successfully flips over the first pancake. Alice contents herself with three pancakes, then she grabs a jar of orange jam and moves to the table.

Emma leans a bit towards Killian with a worried look.

“Oh, come on,” Killian says. “It's just skill.”

They eat their pancakes in silence, having just finished when Nemo comes home.

“Afternoon,” he says.

Emma quickly wipes her mouth and stands up to meet Killian's father. Both she and Killian join Nemo in the entrance, leaving Alice toying with the leftover jam on her plate.

“Nemo, this is Emma. Emma, Nemo.”

Nemo gives her his hand, and she shakes it gently. “That was quite the surprise visit,” he says. “Is that why you left in such a rush last night?” he asks Killian.

Killian's lips twitch and he scratches behind his ear. “Not exactly. I was just going back to my apartment when I saw her waiting for me outside.”

Nemo looks at the two of them, confused.

“After she figured out the luck thing, she came here to give me the luck back.”

Nemo's eyes widen, then start watering as he looks at Emma. “You really did that for him?”

Emma smiles, unable to say a word under such a grateful look.

Nemo takes a step towards her, then opens his arms. “May I?” he says.

She nods, sniffling softly as he hugs her.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“He wouldn't take it,” Emma says as they pull back. “He's too stubbornly selfless.”

“I don't expect you to just leave without at least making a plan for all of this.” He looks at Killian, then back at her. “But I'm grateful, and proud of you for what you did for him. I want you to know that you're always welcome in our home.”

Emma shrinks into herself, still too self-conscious, muttering a simple “Thank you,” when the phone rings and disrupts the moment.

Nemo moves to pick it up, and Emma quickly thinks how of course it's fixed now, but a cold shiver runs down her spine when after a few words, Nemo carefully slides into the living room, away from a clueless Alice's hearing.

Emma and Killian look at each other with a sudden expression of horror, then back at Alice.

Did they give her their bad luck?

They squeeze each other's hands, feeling the frantic heartbeat under the skin, then look at Nemo, waiting for the damn suspense to be over already.

Nemo covers his eyes, then his mouth. He whispers a few words into the phone, then he walks back to the kitchen, his eyes glassy again.

“Alice,” he says. “It's for you.”

Emma and Killian can nearly feel their hearts beat out of their chest as Alice's face turns serious. She takes the phone and brings it to her ear. She says “Hello?” and seconds feel like hours until her jaw drops and she says in a breathy voice, “Papa?”

Finally, Nemo turns to them. His eyes are still teary, but he's smiling.

“Papa,” Alice says again. “You're awake?” Without another word, she jumps from her chair and runs upstairs.

“He woke up,” Nemo says, fist over his mouth. “I spoke with the doctor first, she said he's expected for a full recovery.”

A breath heavy as lead seems to pour out of the couple's lungs, and they embrace each other tightly, Killian raising his hand to cup the back of Emma's head.

His mind is racing. They did it, it worked. They stopped this cruel game and, hopefully, it ends with luck being Alice's to keep for good. A quick thought about provoking fate enters his mind, but he's certain that fate brought Alice in such a state into his path to lead them into passing over their luck to her. And they did a good deed. Surely that must mean something.

They pull apart and look into each other's relieved faces, until they realize Nemo is looking at them confused.

“Did you two...” he points between them, then looks a bit towards the stairs.

“We may have tried something,” Killian says. “There must have been a reason you of all people were the one to foster the child of someone who helped me.”

“So it's... it's her turn? And what about you two?”

“We've had enough of this exchange,” Emma says. “Hopefully, that way, she'll get to keep the luck for herself.”

Nemo smiles in pride, then Alice is running down the stairs. Her face is, once again, red from tears, but this time her smile lights up the room.

“Papa said it's visiting hours, can we please go see him?” she says.

“Of course,” Nemo says. “Are you ready?”

Nearly jumping in enthusiasm, she follows Nemo outside and into the car.

As the sound of the vehicle fades in the distance, Emma and Killian once again relax into each other's arms.

“We did it,” Killian whispers.

“You think that's it? It's over now?”

“I hope so. Maybe fate wasn't punishing the detective for helping me, but throwing Alice on our way to give us a clue as to what we should do.” He sighs in content as Emma's arms wrap tightly around his torso.

“We did the right thing. Although,” she pulls a little back to look at him, “I now have the sudden need to check if any boys were born at the same time as Alice. How long could that list be?”

“Hm. It won't be a long list, but it would still take long to find them... but we'd probably need to look for girls, not boys.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Do you think...”

“I'm no expert, but she's given a few signs. I mentioned something to Nemo, vaguely, and he simply said that perhaps the social workers had a good reason to send her to a same-sex couple. I think he was just being discreet. You think we should let her know? About the luck thing, I mean.”

“Oof. I was around her age when things changed for the better for me. I don't know how I would've reacted if I'd learned the truth right then. I'd probably feel very guilty.”

“We are adults, who agreed to give our luck away.”

“Still. It might ruin things for her.”

“It started with us. It ends with her. Unless she kisses her father, then trips on the way back to the car, I think it's safe to assume it's hers to keep.”

“Let's hope so.” She leans her head on his shoulder.

If not for the possibility of Shakespeare coming back at any moment, Killian could stay like this forever.

The weight is lifted. The stress is gone. They can finally enjoy being together without that constant worry.

“Come on up,” he says, pulling away and taking her hand in his. “I want to show you my old bedroom.”

Killian's bedroom is in the middle of the hall, with a big window next to the bed overlooking the front porch. The wall is painted a blue color, and probably needs a repaint. The wall next to the bed, where a desk is facing, is full of sketches and drawings, most of them nautical-themed.

Always and forever that pirate boy, she thinks.

There's also a wardrobe and a separate drawer, on which a few knickknacks are set, as well as framed copies of Killian's family photos.

“It looks... you,” she says.

“I haven't changed it much. It was as if Nemo knew me already before I even came here. I was just minding my damn business in this very chair, being a moody teenager,” he says as he sits on said desk chair, “when Nemo came in to tell me that he would be adopting me.”

Emma sits down on the bed next to the desk, holding his hand in both of hers.

“I lived in my first bedroom longer than I have in this one.” He looks around, and as Emma looks too she notices there's glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on the ceiling. “But it's this room that held me.” His voice drops, both in pitch and volume. “It's here I cried, in fear and in misery and in happiness. It's here I keep finding myself.”

He looks at her, and the face he gives her is what makes her pull him to the bed. He sits next to her and they lose themselves in a kiss, deep and long and finally carefree.

They've lain next to each other, Emma leaning her head on Killian's shoulder, when the decision to not pull him away from this place finally sets in her mind.

“I think I'll stay here,” she says, raising her head above his.

“Tonight? There's a free room, but there's also an air mattress somewhere here, you'll allow me to- What?”

He's looked at her, and the definite expression in her face has shut him up.

“I mean, move here. Maybe not this house, but this town. To be with you.”

“Emma, you- you don't have to do that. It's over, we can...”

“I want it.” She smiles. Even after everything, it's hard to say the exact words. “Besides, it's closer to Norway from here. I can get to know your family, and you can meet mine.”

“What about your friends? You've known them for years, we're just...”

“They have their own lives. And we can still talk, and even meet, sometimes.”

“You'd stay?” His voice is only a whisper. “For me?”

Emma just kisses him softly.

He sighs against her lips. “It's really hard to consider that bad luck.”

“Oh, you wait and see,” she says teasingly. “I have really bad breath in the morning.”

She nearly freezes the moment the words are out; is... is moving in with him what he had in mind?

However, after a short silence, he just says, “I think I can deal with that. You'll have more to put up with.”

She leans her head back on his shoulder. True, his drinking issue is something they both have to consider from now on. But now they can finally look forward to some stability, safety, and having each other.

And still, she wouldn't have it any other way. For the first time, the thought of the pirate boy isn't one of longing for something she never had; it's a promise that things will stay as good as the two of them make them.

She raises her head to look deep into his eyes. “I love you,” she says.

He smiles that smile again, and she kisses him before it makes her burst into happy tears. They break off, and with eyes still closed, she leans her forehead on his.

She hears him take a breath to say something, but then the front door opens and Alice's excited and loud “We're back!” is heard from downstairs, along with another male voice.

Killian grunts lightheartedly, and the recognition in his face tells Emma that that belongs to his other father. She pulls back a bit, and he takes a few moments to look back at her before he finally tells her, “I love you too.”

She smiles, kisses him once more, then rolls over him to get up and offer her hand. “It is a family home,” she says. “Not much of a privacy here.”

He stands up. “Just you wait, then.”

She nearly laughs at his playful eyebrow and gives him one final kiss, before they take their way downstairs to break the news to Killian's family.

Moving countries will take some time. But they'll work it out, for it's the first time in their lives that they choose the definite path they'll take.

And it's a path they'll walk together.

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[searchingwardrobes]

Not the Type - 6/8

Finally! A new update :) Sorry for the delay, but the muse has been fickle as of late. In this chapter, Emma has her first competition of the season, and it's psyching her out. Will Killian be her encouragement, or will she push him away in the midst of it all? This chapter includes another iconic scene from the movie, when Torrance dances around her room to Cliff's song. I wanted to use the actual lyrics to the song, but in looking at it, there were a few lines that bothered me. One literally says "I'd bring you flowers every day just to roll you in the hay." And then there's a constant refrain that says "I'll make you mine." Those lines just don't seem to jive for me with Killian's character when in canon he specifically tells David that he doesn't see Emma as loot and tells Emma that he will win her heart, but not through any trickery. We know he isn't the kind of guy to give a woman flowers in order to manipulate her into sleeping with him. We also know how much agency means to him, so I didn't think telling Emma in song "I'll make you mine" fit either. Anyways, that's a long way of explaining that the lyrics are 99% like the ones in the movie, minus those two parts.

Massive thanks to my beta, @hookedonapirate who takes my confusing sentences and makes them sound purty ;) You’re the best! And thanks also to the @captainswanmoviemarathon​ for putting together this event and being massively supportive and patient. 

Summary: Emma Swan first notices him in the stands at the Friday night football game. She can tell right away Killian Jones is not the football type. Then again, she’s not the cheerleader type either, but here she is with pom poms. Life hasn’t ever gone the way Emma planned. Lately, that’s actually been a good thing. Maybe Killian Jones is a good thing, too.

My loose Captain Swan AU of the movie Bring it On

Rated: T

Also on Ao3

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The room was thick with hair spray, and Emma and the rest of the Storybrooke Knights Cheerleaders were sucking on orange slices. Except for Ruby who was touching up her blood red lipstick in front of one of the mirrors propped up on the classroom’s smart board. 

“I think they’re red enough already, Ruby,” Coach Ava remarked as she sprayed more Aquanet all over her daughter’s hair. MM was having to wear a hair extension so she didn’t look out of place with their “hair” theme, and Coach was paranoid it was going to go flying across the gym floor during their routine. Emma wasn’t sure hairspray worked that way, but she wasn’t about to say so. 

Ruby smacked her lips together with a loud pop. “The redder the better, I say. I want them to see my smile.”

She turned to the rest of the group and flashed a toothy grin. They all laughed, and Belle grimaced. 

“More like a predator about to devour her prey.”

Ruby winked at Belle and growled, resulting in more laughter. Coach Ava rolled her eyes as she capped the hairspray. “Just don’t get it all over your teeth, okay Lucas?”

“No worries, Coach, it’s that long-lasting stuff that isn’t supposed to come off.”

“So why did you need fifty coats?” Tiana quipped.

They were all still laughing when a woman wearing a t-shirt that read, East Maybrook Invitational and holding an ipad poked her head into the classroom. “Storybrooke High in the hole!”

The girls all stood, gathering up their things, tossing orange peels into the trash bins and giving their hair and make up one last glance in the mirror. They followed the woman in the official t-shirt down two hallways to East Maybrook High’s cafeteria where cheer mats had been set up in the same configuration as on the performance floor. The girls took their places as if they were really performing, and marked out the routine while Coach Ava counted out the beats. If something went wrong with the music, they would have to keep going. They only pantomimed doing the stunts, however, not wanting to risk a last minute injury. 

After running through the routine, a nervous silence fell among them. Some girls stretched, others did a few jumps, or even a back handspring. Anything to handle their nervous energy. Emma bounced on the balls of her feet, heart pounding in her chest more than usual. A phone call had followed the letter: someone from the UK cheer staff would be in the stands today. 

And she still hadn’t told her friends about it.

“Storybrooke High on deck!” 

The girls gave each other nervous glances and clasped hands in little groups as they followed the woman out of the cafeteria doors. Emma had Ruby on her left and Mary Margaret on her right, their arms threaded together. For once, Ruby was quiet. 

As they neared the gym, the girls could hear the familiar sounds of competition: loud music, an announcer's voice, shouts as the audience cheered for the cheerleaders for once. It made the adrenaline pump even harder. It usually was at this moment that Emma went into her competitive “zone” where everything around her went fuzzy and her mind became laser focused on the routine and what she had to do. Today, however, she felt like she was on sensory overload, unable to turn off all the sights, sounds, and smells around her. 

Before she could even process everything, Storybrooke was being announced to the crowd. Emma ran out onto the floor with a huge smile, cheers, and fist pumps for the crowd, but it felt like she was outside of herself, watching. She took her place on the floor, standing in prep, her arms straight at her sides and her head down. Her fists were clenched, and she tried to control the nervous tremors coursing through her as she waited for their music to start. 

A synth-pop remix of “Hair” from the Broadway musical started to play, and the Storybrooke Knights whipped their ponytails as they started their back handspring/back tuck peel-offs. Coach Ava always said that the music needed to appeal to every generation represented in the judge’s panel as well as the crowd, and as Emma flawlessly landed her tumbling pass to roaring applause, she saw the two boomer judges smiling and bopping to the music. 

She reprimanded herself for looking at the judges as she jogged across the floor for her next tumbling pass. Nevertheless, she scanned the crowd just before she started her pass, wondering where that UK recruiter was. It was the most difficult pass in the entire routine: a back handspring into an arabian, then a double whip into a full twisting double back. She hesitated, stumbling, before getting started because of her distraction, and by the time she did her second whip, she had a sinking feeling. Sure enough, when she landed her double back, she was way out of bounds. She didn’t need the loud buzzer from the line judge to alert her to the fact. She gritted her teeth in frustration, but then remembered to fake a smile as she got into the dance formation. Her face ached from her forced smile as she swung her hips to the rhythm of “Whip My Hair.”

Emma’s next mistake came in the squad’s first pyramid. It felt like she had a weight attached to her ankle, and she couldn’t lift her leg as high as she normally did to connect to Mary Margaret’s stunt group to her left. She almost lost her balance completely, but Ruby compensated and saved it. Mary Margaret didn’t falter either, thank God. Emma was practically shaking as she went into the twist up stunt - her nemesis in this routine. Kelly Rowland singing “Crown” as Emma popped up, her hand grasping her ponytail, helped her power through, as cheesy as it sounded. 

Despite the mistakes Emma was berating herself for, the crowd was going crazy for the combination of the theme, the music, and the cool tricks. By the end, the entire gymnasium was on its feet with thunderous applause. Emma ended the routine seated on the mat, back to the audience with her head flung back. Since she saw them all upside down, she couldn’t pick out her family or anyone in Kentucky blue. 

Ruby yanked Emma to her feet, screaming loud enough to shatter her eardrums. Mary Margaret and Ariel sandwiched her in a hug, and then they were swept away by the rest of their ecstatic teammates. 

“Amazing job, girls!” Coach Ava praised, gathering them in a big, squirming, awkward group hug. “Mary Margaret didn’t even lose her hair!’’

They all laughed giddily, except for Emma. Her mind was reeling. “I went out of bounds,” she confessed.

Coach Ava waved off her words. “It’s our first competition. It’s normal for there to be kinks to work out. Let’s not worry about that until the next practice, though. For now, let’s just celebrate a solid opening for the season.”

Her teammates seemed to all be in agreement, and so did the judges, awarding The Storybrooke Knights with a third place finish. It wasn’t their best opening - that had been last year’s first place trophy to kick off the season - but making the top three was the goal of every top squad right out of the gate. Even the UK recruiter had congratulated her on a solid routine.

“I could see the nerves a bit,” she told Emma, her smile kind and reassuring, “but the level of tumbling skill you possess is rare. Top five I’ve seen so far, no doubt about it. We’ll definitely be in touch.”

Emma, however, couldn’t shake the feeling of failure that clung to her. 

“I’m blown away, Swan, that was amazing!”

Emma was in Killian’s arms before she could even register that he’d rushed out of the bleachers and onto the floor to greet her. He brushed a kiss to her cheek and deposited a bouquet of white daisies into her arms. 

“It wasn’t amazing,” Emma whispered, staring down at the white flowers. 

“Come now, don’t be modest.” Killian’s grin conveyed giddy pride in her which she found inexplicably annoying. 

“I stepped out of bounds on my big tumbling pass, I almost took down our first pyramid, and I was shaky on every single stunt!”

Killian’s eyes narrowed. “Your team doesn’t seem put out with you.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “They’re being nice. If we hadn’t placed, it would have been a different story. It would have all been my fault.”

“Whatever happened to the whole we win as a team, we fail as a team thing?”

“My team relies on me keeping my head on straight!” Her voice had risen, and she slashed the air with the bouquet of flowers. White petals fluttered to the gym floor. 

Killian cocked his head and studied her. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing!”

“It’s something, Swan.” 

He stepped forward, reaching for her, but she stepped out of his reach. 

“I just let everyone down, but no one will be straight with me. Why can’t you all just admit I screwed up today?”

Killian shook his head. “I don’t think you’re seeing things clearly. I saw an amazingly talented athlete today, Swan. You were amazing.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Of course you’d say that. You’re a high school guy. You’ll say anything you have to to get in a cheerleader’s panties.”

Killian’s eyes widened and his head jerked back as if she’d slapped him. “You really think so little of me?”

She tilted her chin. “I’m no fool. Did you think tonight would be the night? Show up to my little competition, compliment me, throw in some flowers, and I’d spread my legs for you?”

Killian backed away, his jaw clenching, nostrils flaring. “I’m going to assume you don’t mean any of that, Emma, so I’m walking away before either of us can say anything we might regret.”

“Fine!” she yelled as he turned and walked toward the gym doors. “Walk away! That’s what every guy does when a girl won’t put out.” She threw the flowers at his retreating form. She watched the white petals swirl through the air and the green stems hit the parquet floor with a soft swish and crinkle of cellophane wrapper. 

“Emma!”

She whirled around to see Ruth standing there, frown upon her face and her brow furrowed. David stood next to her, his arms crossed in disapproval. Nearby a cluster of her teammates stared as if she’d morphed into some mythological creature with two heads. Her face burned as she realized how loudly she’d yelled at her boyfriend. 

Probably ex-boyfriend now. 

Humiliated, she turned and fled, fingers pressed to her flaming cheeks. 

*********************************************

“Go away,” Emma muttered into her pillow.

“What if I were Mom with a plate of brownies?”

Emma grabbed a teddy bear, clutching two tiny red pom poms (a gift from Ruth after last year’s state championship win), and smacked her brother in the head with it. She glared at him through one eye, the rest of her face still smashed into the pillow. 

“I knew it was you because you crashed down on my bed hard enough to catapult me out the window. Ruth’s more subtle.”

David just laughed as he rubbed at his cheek where the bear had met his face. 

“Go away,” she repeated, turning her face fully into the pillow again.

“You left your phone downstairs.”

“So?”

“So, you have like fifty text messages and thirty missed calls.”

Emma rolled over, still clutching her pillow to her chest. “Well, he’s persistent, I’ll give him that.”

“It wasn’t just Killian. Your entire team is worried about you.”

“Because I choked?”

“Because you're delusional,” David shot back with equal parts humor and frustration. “You didn’t choke. You didn’t let any of us down. You didn’t give a lousy performance, or any of a thousand other ridiculous claims you’ve made in the past few hours.”

Emma turned to look at her brother. “I made mistakes, David.”

He shrugged. “Who doesn’t? It was one competition, Emma, not the Olympics. It wasn’t even the state championships or regionals. One. Competition. At some tiny high school in the middle of nowhere, Maine.”

Emma groaned as she pushed herself up to the headboard and let her head drop to David’s shoulder. He put his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about Kentucky?”

Emma sighed. When the recruiter had called, she insisted on speaking to Ruth as well. Emma should have known she would spill the beans to her son, especially after Emma acted like a complete lunatic. 

Yes, a delusional lunatic. Her brother wasn’t wrong. 

“I don’t know, it was just . . . a lot to process. And a lot rides on this. I mean, there aren’t any football recruiters looking at you, which means college is gonna be expensive, Mr. Quarterback. If my tuition is taken care of, Ruth can just worry about you.”

“I could get other scholarships.”

“You’re a white, middle class male. You aren't getting any other scholarships.”

He chuckled and poked her in the ribs. “Regardless of all that, Mom just wants what’s best for you. We’ll figure out college and the money and all that, but we’ll do it together. That’s what a family does. Okay?”

This family thing was still new for Emma, so she just nodded in agreement against David’s shoulder. 

“But speaking of Killian,” David said, waving her phone in front of her face, “some of these calls and texts are from him. He sent you a video, too. Then called me and pretty much begged me to get you to watch it, so just give him that much, okay? So he’ll leave me alone?”

Emma rolled her eyes as she took the phone. David could protest all he wanted, but she knew about the little bromance he had with her boyfriend. 

She waited until her brother went downstairs before she sat cross-legged in the center of her bed and pulled up the video from Killian. She gnawed on her bottom lip nervously before pressing “play.” 

And there Killian was, on the tiny screen, smiling like they’d never had a fight. Emma’s lips pulled up into a grin of her own. He was also holding his guitar in his lap and fidgeting.

“Hi, Emma,” he said with a nervous little wave. “You’ve been ignoring all my calls and texts, so I decided to pull out the big guns. I was gonna give this to you as a gift for like Valentine’s Day or something, but  . . . you know . . . desperate times call for desperate measures.”

He cleared his throat and shifted again, and Emma blinked back tears. She’d never seen him at such a loss for words. 

“I wrote you a song,’ he continued, “so, I’ll just shut up and sing it already.”

Emma gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as he began to strum his electric. It started 

out as a kind of slow, cheeky punk rock ballad.

Oh, Emma, I don’t get your cheerleading squad, but I love your pom-poms. I'd feed you bon-bons all night.

Then it transitioned into a full on rock song, and Killian began to shred on his guitar. He was really good, and the song had Emma bobbing her head to the music. 

1,2,3,4. Yeah, you got me to feel all those butterflies inside. In your locker I would hide. The truth, it's only you I see, and you're just what I need. I'll bring you flowers all the time in hopes that you’ll be mine. Well I'm feelin' fine, I'm right on time. I hope I’ll win your heart.

When he transitioned into the chorus, Emma leapt up from her bed. She propped her phone on her nightstand and began to dance around the room to Killian’s song.

And you're just what I need. And you're just what I need. Not everything works as it seems. Is that so hard to believe? So I went down to the record store. Picked my head up off the floor. The truth, it's only you I see. And you're just what I need. And if it's my world that you fear, let me make this very clear. Well I'm feelin' fine, I'm right on time. I hope I’ll win your heart. And you're just what I need.

The chorus repeated a couple more times, and Emma danced around her room like she hadn’t in a long time. She even grabbed an old pair of pom poms she’d gotten as a joke at the squad’s white elephant Christmas party. They were those enormous pom poms cheerleaders used to wave in the long ago days of letter sweaters and megaphones. They made a fun swishing sound as she bounced around the room to Killian’s song. 

A song he’d written for her! A song about her! If she wasn’t so giddy and happy, she would burst into tears. 

When the song ended, Emma collapsed onto her bed, panting from her ridiculous dance party and grinning ear to ear. She rolled over and grabbed her phone. She texted rapidly, her fingers trembling. 

I watched your song. 

Did you like it? 

I LOVED it!

Good. I meant every word. 

I’m sorry. 

I know. 

#cs ff #captain swan movie marathon #csmm #bring it on au #lieutenant duckling #high school au

[captainswanmoviemarathon]

Hello all! I know we still have fics updating and other events. I was wondering if anyone would want to participate on a new wave of CSMM or just do the event all year?

I mean if you write a fic based/inspired by a movie you tag us and we reblog or like we did last year?

I know last year was a horrible year and it affected our real life’s so much.

We had writers unable to submit their fics due to that issue.

Let me know what you guys think...

#Captain Swan #Captain Swan Movie Marathon #CSMM #CS Crew #cs mafia #CSMM20

[willexxmercer]

They Picked Us

A Captain Swan Life As We Know It au fic

When tragedy strikes, Emma finds herself raising her best friend's infant son with the help of the devil incarnate, one Mr Killian Jones.   Will they be able to put aside their differences long enough to make sure little Leo has a good life? 

Written for the Captain Swan Movie Marathon event!   Thank you so much to the creators of this event and the ever-so-supportive members of the discord server!

Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by the movie Life As We Know It, which means that there are two major character deaths in this first chapter thanks to the very premise of the movie.  These two deaths will continue to affect the rest of the characters throughout the fic, so please proceed with caution.

Check for the link in the notes!

#captain swan #ouat #once upon a time #ouat fanfiction #cs fic #captain swan fic #emma swan #killian jones #idk what other tags to use lmao #captain swan movie marathon #mine**g #mine**ff

[sotangledupinit]

Remember that OUAT/Captain Swan Mamma Mia AU I’m writing and haven’t updated in like a month? This is why.

After chapter eight, I wanted to explore a bit more of Killian & Emma’s night together but it felt wrong, after so many chapters, to suddenly up the rating. So here’s a little side piece.

NOTE: If you don’t want to read smut of any kind, even though this is kind of tame, any conversations that are had in this fic are still alluded to in the full story so you’re not missing out. Enjoy!

SUMMARY: It's been ten years since they spent the night together on Halloween. But now he's back in her life and, despite the mess that's going on with Henry having three possible fathers, she can't stay away from him. Killian Jones was not a man that a woman could easily forget.

#captain swan #captain swan fanfic #captain swan ff #captain swan au #csmm #cs ff #captain swan movie marathon #Emma swan #killian jones #once upon a time #once upon a mamma Mia #cs au ff #cs au #I still don’t know what I’m doing but wooooo